refuses to
forget who I was
when I lingered
and lounged
in bars, sleeves rolled up,
awaiting a free drink
and
a ride home ,
anyone's home but my own.
I don't own a car
and driving's for queers
said I, thirst unslaked
and pants
angular with lust
and sins
of the father
and his father's great aunt.
Ain't it shame
this hooterville
is all feathers and felonies,
i could show
these
Jeezers a time
to make time
irrelevant
to where you thought
the night was going.
I am in dress shirts now,
ties, pants pressed
and full of old knees
that make velcro noises
when I reach
for something I dropped
to the floor.
You look at me askance
as I speak
and sip your coffee,
you want to ask me a question,
i quit my speech
and take a breath,
"Ted" you ask me,
"why do you
always speak
with your hands?
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