photo: ralph murre
jazz at the someday café
by irene koronas
after all the
questions
after all the lovers
after being a carnal queen
after you leave saturday night
sirens cause my
head to turn
thelonious monk in the background
as if smoking keeps people thin\while
nicotine destroys a liar
as if your penis found a home,
scribe’s momentary gesture, you
tattoo cigarette holes on the linoleum
land of d.n.a.
black and white summer stations. baby
let me carry your box
try to be
pleasant-it is fathers day
beauty on
every bus. right right
those paint
stain trousers, pollock flags
brain scan
we all try to connect dots
paint horses, tin houses on wheels
neon ice cream cones
without need, smile people
walk by pigeons from other side
there never
was a question
~ previously published in after
