It was like
leaded glass out there
when
I got back I couldn’t hear out of my right ear
&
yet I was so captivated by your
hesitation
& the way the wind dropped to its knees
in
how shall I say it “awe”
I did my Dude
the Obscure routine & she lit another cigarette
dueling
saxophones & a big Chevy V8
providing the
soundtrack
dark
notes & the remedy “on the cuff” they say
but
they never mean it that way
shuffled
in as it is with all of the other small
sufferings
of the heart & such
only
tends to make one feel stupid & why not
We’ll
sit out on the pier pretending we don’t
know
each other & we’ll count the stars
There aren’t as
many as there once were so it won’t take long
