Asphalt and Me
After the sidewalk opened its arms, a
red-and-black jacket lifted me up,
asking, You good? You okay?
and like a fool, I burst out,
I’m fine, thank you,
when I was really whispering,
dance with me,
for God’s sake,
just dance.
Yes, Cole Porter will do fine.
Silences
Time passes so quietly alone
in this ancient café
with sunburst tiles and
a few metal tables,
I can’t remember any longer
how I got here.
Did I read a metro ad
for a cheap place to eat?
Was I yelling just now, I
ask the waiter,
as he clears the plates in silence.
No comments:
Post a Comment