Poem

 


1978

walking down 16th
St

watching the hookers
shine like dirty stars
against the radiated
pavement

the moon sings a
song and french
kisses the dark
coffee sky

the bar doors open,
close

letting out lost
dreams

letting in dreams
still searching for
a dreamer

there's rock-n-roll
on the jukebox

I'm old enough to
drink now

I order a beer and
two fingers of
bourbon
.
sit here in the lurid
neon

and wait to see if
a dream can
catch
me