Short Poem No.34

This one’s for Ken, because Ken’s a hell of a guy,
Let ‘em have it Vito.
            The piano starts and the lights go dim,
            there are palm trees in the white sand,
            the stars spin them like a top. Dancing.

Dan always said stupid shit that always ended with
“When I get the hell up out of this place.”

Pot holes and paychecks – don’t think I hate this place.

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