Tuesday, October 7, 2014

COME TOGETHER

Perfectly ordinary 
wednesday—

or tuesday? Here you come,
eventually,
grooving up slowly—

in band aids, 
with knees nagging,
with bad sound 

and a few crotchety 
rashes, et. cetera—in shy shoes and

shambling—
out past
the usual 

old hats and 
flat tops;

those pretty blue cinders 
and glinting,

shards of tempered
brown glass,

and those shabby
black plastic liquor
bags windswhirling, and things like that—

until—presently
spotting 

the—hardly 
rare either—shiny little sidewalk penny.
Except that

this!—is exactly
where 

the rest—
of the 
band kicks back in.