midnight the blues in an irish bar
songs dark
as eyes of five Sikhs on the prow of this morning's
Staten island ferry dark
arms folded across dark chests sheltered
their hearts from freedom
long-haired bluesman shouts " i shoulda left her
long time ago" i throw
my hands in the air dance
is the god shakes
years off my bones
cast stories with their shadows
i should have left here a long time ago as the barmaid plunks
another pint down one
more step the floor
disappears
the grain spirit opens
her arms whispers
i remember
her promises slipped from me like dreams from old
men who sleep with brown bottles wake
to the light of a yellow cab ticking
at the curb its glow illumining the cobblestones
long-haired bluesman moans
"one more heartache" before the light
closes my skin
opens
breathes
this all
in
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