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Dangling in the Tournefortia - 1981

another day

getting the low-down blues and going into a restaurant
to eat, you sit at a table, the waitress smiles at you
she's dumpy. her ass is too big. she seems kind
and understanding.
live with her 3 months-a man would never know such agony
again.
o.k., you'll tip 15%.
order a turkey sandwich and a beer.
the man at the table across from you has a head like an
elephant.
at a table further down are 3 men with tiny heads
like ostriches, they talk loudly of land development.
you think: why the hell did I ever come in here when
I've got the low-down blues?

the waitress comes with the sandwich and she asks you
if there will be anything else? and you tell her,
no no, this will be fine.
then somebody behind you laughs.
it's a cork laugh filled with sand and idiocy.

you begin eating the sandwich, it's something, it's
a minor, frustrating and sensible act like
composing a sap song that will make 14-year-old girls
weep

another beer.

Jesus, look at that guy, his hands come down almost to
his ankles and he's whistling.

well, time to get out.
pick up the bill.
tip.
go to the register.
pay.
pick up a toothpick
out the door.

your car is still there.
and there are the 3 men with heads like ostriches
getting into another car.
they each have a toothpick and are talking about women.

they drive away first. they're the best.
it's a first stage smog alert. all the birds are dead.
you start the engine.
    
What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire - 1999

another day

having the low-down blues and going
into a restaurant to eat.
you sit at a table.
the waitress smiles at you.
she's dumpy. her ass is too big.
she radiates kindness and sympathy.
live with her 3 months and a man would
know some real agony.
o.k., you'll tip her 15%.
you order a turkey sandwich and a
beer.
the man at the table across from you
has watery blue eyes and
a head like an elephant.
at a table further down are 3 men
with very tiny heads
and long necks
like ostriches.
they talk loudly of land development.
why, you think, did I ever come
in here when I have the low-down
blues?
then the waitress comes back with the sandwich
and she asks you if there will be anything
else?
and you tell her, no no no, this will be
fine.
then somebody behind you laughs.
it's a cork laugh filled with sand and
broken glass.

you begin eating the sandwich.
it's something.
it's a minor, difficult,
sensible action
like composing a popular song
to make a 14-year-old
weep.
you order another beer.
jesus, look at that guy
his hands hang down almost to his
knees and he's
whistling.
well, time to get out.
pick up the bill.
tip.
go to the register.
pay.
pick up a toothpick.
go out the door.
your car is still there.
and there are the 3 men with heads
and necks
like ostriches all getting into one
car.
they each have a toothpick and now
they are talking about
women.
they drive away first.
they drive away fast.
they're best, I guess.
it's an unbearably hot day.
there's a first-stage smog alert.
all the birds and plants are dead
or dying.

you start the engine.