i'm jealous
jealous
only the way an old man can be
am i really old?
does my throat not sing song
is the city dead to me
the lower east side
the upper west side
columbia
the west end cafe (they say its name
is gone) where ginsberg and mark rudd
and keruoac and that pretty movie actress
used to be
and bill wertheim
and his sexy girl up there on 125th
i was there!
a brief time
before the world caved in
but i was there!!
with fritz the bartender i was crazy about
but too timid to make a move
fritz the beauty who studied in clown
school in dc
fritz who came out of my brother's
bedroom and my heart dropped
fritz fucked my big brother
and all i could do was walk away
like a rejected dog
i was there
jose venegas and me on the columbia campus
high as kites looking up at the black heavens
stars too numerous for my imagination to
figure out
jose saved my life when i sold paper
flowers in the village and the spanish
boys wanted to kick my ass
but young blood is there now!
not then
now!
lennie tristano plays the keys
only the way an old italian can
play the keys
rich quatrone may 17 2012
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