THE NOMAD'S APIARY
The particular song: Stockbridge two days ahead
of Yule. Red Lion Inn is a postcard... yes ...
& Norman Rockwell's home is aglow with ... yes...
& what do you see of me ... (Huh) : a man-shaped
hole in the world? Under the charms of difficiency, I hear
bush recordings of Albert Ayler, solo.
Nothing else for a puzzled face to see.
I fear the shame that empty pockets bring.
Pittsfield: a lone city lost
in fog. These are my eloquent halls.
This is where the rules are rearranged.
From here on: vending machine coffee
as the national beverage
of a burnt sienna world.
FROM A NORTH JERSEY SENSIBILITY
I'll meet you
at the Bendix Diner
in a half hour,
then we can talk.
Is this bus
to the Port-Authority?
Let's all go
in your car
having two cars
to the same place.
They give you so much
give you a doggie bag
(At a High School Reunion)
Bill, how have you been?
I became a pharmacist.
I took over the family pharmacy
I'm not married & I still live home.
Bill, do you remember
the date-nut sandwiches
you gave me at lunch?
The date nut sandwiches???
Yeah! With cream cheese!
I remember the date nut sandwiches!
Yeah, the date-nut sandwiches!
The parched thunk of Cumbria
bounces off the furniture. You have
moved in with the in-laws
as the bungalow gets built in Manasquan.
Man in a Timberland coat wields a toothpick
in the old manner. Start from "here",
next door's old vacant lot crisped
by snow. Rabbi to the British Empire, hello.
I am but a soothed pygmy.
Man-stealin', deep-south sister-in-laws
dominate the culture. "Can you
see me?", early Hendrix. I leave
that one there. Slow dazzle.