Tuesday, October 20, 2009

New York City Restaurant Scene (Poem)

New York City Restaurant Scene

Steel ribs un-becoming, twisted splints
A masquerade of hovering protection
Fitfully flung the length of the room

Questions could be asked:
Picked up by mistake? Petty theft?
Simply someone more in need
Of what you had than he left behind?

Red-chalked words go slick on city sidewalk:
The stop-and-go story
Not about that
One black umbrella

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