sure go do what you can to get what we need,
the bars are closing, drunks need attending to,
take my smokes, all of them, I should give them up
and she high-heeled briskly through the door
gussied up and painted in the usual places,
lipstick colors to give johns their money’s worth,
he didn’t want to die, but why not get it over,
he needed to be on his feet and stay there
as long as his legs would balance his body,
he played old LPs, Stan Kenton’s Cuban Fire,
Erroll Garner’s album Concert by the Sea,
he listened to the big band, the solo piano,
and hoped he would go on living a little longer,
he would like to write a Tempest before he quit,
make his mark with magic, Prospero and Ariel:
she wakes me, she’s thrilled and all, and as usual
pulls the dollar bills from the nest in her bra
she never takes off outside, she has her own style
(24 April 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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