places where i have smoked cigaretes

by jota

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-02-14 16:46:00

Parent message is 600803
My father’s funeral
I crept to the outside edge
of the
cemetary

washing dishes at 17 in a fucking no name truck stop
where
Andrea the road weary mother woman
gave blow
jobs to dis-em-bodied truckers and
to me and my mexican polish sailor brothers

we washed the ditritus
of a meal unspent
the gent
punched
his woman
and left

she crying
bunched up on
the floor

that’s how I met my
wife
she liked
I like to think
loved us all
underdog busboys
in an underdog
town

and anyone
lives
in an anyhow
town