the second round
of the arduous needy end
to everything
not seen him for months
and this is what we did
this is what i talked into myself
gold seat belts
the jungle room
fabric walls
furry lewis
al green
at the tabernacle
buying stan kenton
my change handed to me
by the guitarist
from the grifters
the eerie sense of things
the emptiness
of every street
jarmusch
was not exaggerating
strummer
wielding a gun
at buscemi
sitting at the Arcade
i blanked my mind
to focus on the nothing
next to me
because you weren't there
you were never coming
standing in sun studios
a supernatural send up
of all my feelings
something to witness
what the fuck
was i doing here
with him
how did i do this
for so long
we sat on benches
facing the sound booth
listening to reels
musicians talking to each other
laughing
arguing
let's do another take
why did i do this
why did i pick this place
