She called herself Tabu, the scent she wore.
He wondered why she smelled so good.
She said that was what they called her.
She said she came to his table
because he looked to her like an Angel–
the beard, the shoulders, the vest, the denims.
He talked about Altamont where they killed that kid.
Meredith Hunter pulled a gun, got stabbed to death.
Bobby kept going back to view Gimme Shelter.
She said the San Diego chapter president
walked on the face of a girl who called him "a queer,
like the rest of your atavistic apes."
They fucked half the night on the pallet on the floor.
He walked her back to The Cave. Henrietta asked
how she was. He said she knew how to solve problems
like his. Late afternoons at The Bathhouse,
Angels arrived in droves–no need for wings,
they rode choppers–Bobby shot pool and won, and lost.
He happened to mention Hunter Thompson.
This wiry guy named Chocolate George sneered:
I hope you’re not one of them damned writers.
(24 June, 17 July 2012)
copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander