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Night Coffee (6)


in the distance

someone plays My Funny Valentine one note at a time


an espresso barista’s coup

there is no finer brew

to share when love is new

when i take my black wine blue


we have no credit card

driving up and down boulevards at 2 a.m.


we try to get a room

our clothes are out of date. we have no luggage


there’s darkness in the light

when ravens burst into flight

while my lover holds me tight

over black wine blued just right


the line outside the

pawn shop is a block long in the desert heat


prostitutes work the neighborhood

monitored by teen-aged pimps


the dream at dawn goes red

when hungover or underfed

romantics play like lead

till the fresh-blued hits my head


good dressing disguises

the garbage smell of sour onion and decaying lettuce


thru cheap sheet rock

the rush of hot water, the shower head singing


i take my black wine blue

can’t make it sweet as you

there’s nuthin’ cream can do

when i make my black wine blue


in the distance a noodling. My Funny Valentine.  

one note at a time



[Originally published in NHS 2011, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs11/.]