at the matinee, I wait for a noisy part to open my beer.
oh great in-n-out! burning white cube in the night! make me shine like you.
old frisco saloon. gold rush ghosts toast our good luck of being alive.
new kids on the street — razor scooters scrape asphalt, bright sparks of laughter.
moonless night. the stars burn brighter in compensation.
dinner and TV with you — a little red wine. the perfect evening.
in memoriam: flowers crowd the traffic light that she didn’t see
working on sunday while the other poets play. still some summer left.