I.
Jack. Or Jake. I don’t exactly know for sure, ’cause everybody used to call the cat one or the other.
One night old Paul’d be in and see the skinny cat hangin’ out in his usual spot at the end of the counter. He’d holler, “How you been, Jake?” And cat would nod and say somethin’ like, “Not bad,” or what have you. Continue reading
This isn’t my game anymore
I was told to go home
I kick the ball around once in a while still
But I stopped playing the game
They don’t want me in
Unless I follow the rules
And make a line for the pros
But it’s not my game
I’m no pro
I don’t follow the rules
I shouldn’t play
It was good that I got out
Before I got injured
Or worse; got really good at playing
I have a new gig, a new game
One with fewer rules
No coaches, bosses or teammates
This is my game now
And when though I’m still a loser
I’m winning
the bartender last night was a sham
his tie was crooked and I didn’t trust his beard
his Manhattan tasted like broken ice
tonight is a gift on a Saturday night
the barmaid slinks and glides
her shake is hard and her mix is stiff
so am I
beyond bowtie
and bluster
the rust of your shallow crust
blows through
very smoothly done
but
I’d rather the thing done right
stirred
not shaken
you misshapen fuck
where did this guy learn to pour
I mean, I don’t think myself one
to kick up dust
or raise a fuss
over a quarter ounce of tequila
but really
three quarters of a shot glass
is like watching three quarters
of a movie
I’ll enjoy what I get
but I will always feel like i was
missing
something
like foreplay
or tapas
or a fast food burger
Poésie sous les étoiles
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