Just that far gone

                    for Miguel Price

We could sit in the
meditation end of your vintage
Airstream International
& watch Glengarry GlenRoss
at 1 AM drinking warm beer
while conversing in rhyme
but we’ve already done that

I could show you how I snare
words from the thin shake & bake air
like the time I rode a tsunami from
Santa Cruz to Denver
wearing a pith helmet
on a 50 foot Yater spoon

to find you sweating over a humming
Smith-Corona Electra
behind an ever growing wall of books
with squirrels sleeping in the
swampwater air-cooler

right where Joanna left them