Here comes tomorrow
night
yesterday was the day before the one before that
and boy it was fun!
No time like the present
to sing cheers for joy
at nothing sacred
nothing holy
“All aboard”
said John.
Conductor John he was known as.
“Where we going boss”
she wondered
he never said
ignoring her feelings
and what she was about
“Come on
give a hint”
was what he recalled
No one traveled with them anymore
Solo Suzuki
was all he could say
Like a sole sushi on a piece of rice
alone on a plate
passersby could wonder
if it was the last piece left
or if it was the one piece ordered
by a man wanting to taste
or a poor man
rich in ideas
who could afford but one
but who could taste each molecule
and watch the rice
support the fish
draped like a shawl above
like a pillar from beneath.
I wear no shawl,
naked
my legs exposed
to the wind
passersby
see the hair
shiver
and think
(I am sure)
does he or doesn’t he
rich or poor
rich in money
or rich in ideas
poor in life
or thought
Nights come quickly some days
Bang! it is dark
you were looking away
you missed dusk
dusky senses
dusky flavors
dusty rose
but not me
I was there
and saw the sun slink south
under the earth
screaming to the horizon
see you later
I’ll be back
But then the night started in with
I am all there is
there will be no dawn
it is bleak darkness
and don’t you ever forget it
Morning becomes Electra
but last night is the end
of a past chapter
like a different kind of book
a mystery solved and done
a biography, life done
new pages new subjects new styles
like reading sports and then Shakespeare
the same night.
Heck, if that happened
all we could say is
What a night
What a night!
