Jim Trainer

blue

In Uncategorized on December 27, 2012 at 6:18 pm

go by painted faces behind the glass
past the bouncer without a word
and the doors remain closed.
at the Star Bar on the corner
they’re playing Tom Waits to no one
on deserted shuffleboard courts
it
doesn’t look any brighter in there
where they’re
stowed away, day after Christmas
blind behind the light of t.v.s and
choking with laughter.
they don’t see me going by
village idiot
my boot heels clicking past
earning a lonely birthright
to stalk empty, open cages
and beat the pig-iron night.

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