By Ray DeJesus
except for prospects and possibilities of the Sorbonne
and tiger lilies, or narcissus bulbs, or "four o' clocks"
On the bottom, we slap our knees with dire washes of grandiose love
to come, but it never does, stuck there and not moving next
to the oh so loveable fudgecicles,
which are not enough to get us by for this time of the day,
and gregarious we are knowing that we can dream like this and that
the very next day,
in neon nonetheless
(Attempting to grow a beard, and it seems impossible.)
When kisses are impossible to come by, you grab for them
Like stabs, sharp pokes, knives that grace you with graceful sleep.
If you try hard enough
And if the jazz is on then you are most definitely in for a treat,
Lucky.
Where had they gone? It was 5 and still no sign of their elongated
mugs, they were scheduled to arrive at 3, and two hours have gone by
with no call. Tammy is usually the extremely punctual one, always
there to gleam her shiny teeth smile on you at the drop of a hat.
Harry, on the other hand, was a handful. Never on time, he usually
stumbled around with one piece of brown luggage, god knows why.
The airport was unusually empty at this hour for a Friday. Planes were
on schedule, in and out like the crooked birds they are, landing with
the utmost force. That morning, the ultimate breakfast had been
served, and I had been the lucky recipient/beneficiary of a fluffy stack
of flapjacks, eggs sunny-side up, a shot of orange juice with a side of
black coffee.
I kept going back and forth to Harry and Tammy. Where had they gone?
Maybe, off to the netherworld better known as Boca Raton. Maybe,
they had disappeared to a lifetime of silent movies. In any event, I
tipped my fedora, wished them luck and the left the airport at 8.
Coltrane can be heard around the world,
and praise to Ben Webster for his tenor sax,
things to look forward to most, indeed.
Imagine tea, and those two.
Swallow your gum and wish upon a glacier in that concrete sky smile,
Or resort to simple violence just for the fact that you lack in love.
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