MIDNIGHT
Midnight it
comes and goes.
I got a bad
feeling tonight,
But it don’t matter.
From the
Monastery of the Sisters
To the
I’m speeding
through this
Mirage
Trading Post of Love.
The only thing
anyone can remember
Than was bigger
than this
Was when the oil
truck flipped over
And
nearly burned the town down.
And they know
it, Dreamers, that they are.
Angels of the
empty theater
Melt into
backstage shrouds
To see if you’re
gonna be defined by loss
When you’re
tested to see
If you’re gonna
stay true.
The high rollers
and their adjusters
Muscle back into
town,
Stay in the best
hotels,
Couldn’t
be more worthless if they tried.
Chasing spiders
in Uncle Sam hats,
Outsourcing the
Commander in Chief,
Put a camera on
every pair of eyelids
And still not
see.
Spoken word version from Homage.
Copyright © 2007 by Jim Cohn.