#1 boston
calls out to home
but no calls returned
people come & go
on planes alone
they leave each other
without saying goodbye
as if it was understood
how we are connected
but we do not understand
alas we do not
#2 the place
when you go to the
place and sit at
a table for two
but you hang your
coat on the other
chair
everyone in the joint
knows you're dining
alone
as far as they know
it is like that
every night
even if it isn't true
#3 sales talk
sales talk sales
jargon
i've overheard it a hundred
times or more
"she's a real worker bee"
"i gotta step up to the plate"
"love it or leave it"
"how do they treat their people -- bad."
salesmen talk this way
but they could be doing anything
eating dinner or
waiting for a flight
butchering cattle
or digging graves
#4 comfort
she sits alone in the
sushi restaurant
she looks unhappy
i am alone also
i hope i do not look
as unhappy as she does
i grab a few red napkins
write this poem and when
i look up she has her meal
though she is still alone
she feels better with her dinner
and i find comfort with my poem
2 comments:
this seems so sad and morbid. It needs to be more optimistic. It also makes me feel alone. I want to read something a bit more upbeat and not so down.
I got all blue on the road. I'll get something more upbeat here, soon. Thanks for taking the time to read my work & give feedback.
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