She asked me, “Would you like some more?”

I said “Yes please.”

 

Overhead, on the radio, I could hear what seemed to be the Talking Heads

 

We had a conversation, about the songs that related to every woman I dated

or was involved with. It’s weird, we both realized, ... it was a hot summer

night.

 

Am I right or wrong? My god, what have I done?

 

Nowadays it’s no more 12 cups of coffee with 4 sugar and 2 sweet n’ low per cup.

Now I take it black, strong, thick.

 

It was a conversation unrealistic. I only spoke to her once. When she was

in California and I was in New York. We’ve exchanged before but not like

this. It was just grand. I recall my High School English professor using

that word.

 

Today I put on a suit and tie and got myself a new job.

In a way it’s kind of horrible, I have to ‘dress up’ now when I goto work.

Some days are better than others.

And, If I want to be free, I’ll be free.

It’s in my head.

 

She rolled over, next to the ice cold glass of water.

She was in white, the drapes moved with the wind from the open window.

Far in the back we heard the rumble of a stock train going by.

This is where we were that day.

Pittsburgh

Later I met with Paul and Andy and Myself.

I wish I had some tongues with me.

 

One summer I would drive my car on errands for my gay boss.

I would drive up the New York State Thruway and get off.

That summer I listened to two songs over and over again, and one tape.

She made me a turkey sandwich; He knew something was up.

 

My grandmother, on my mother’s side, she would make this potted chicken

dish stew thing.

I, pretty much hated it. But I really did dig the potatoes and carrots in

the stew.

 

If I’m out in the sun too long, I get an awful sunburn.

Who wants to go walk on a nude beach?

I was walking home the other day, just after a thunderstorm.

The sky was so incredible. The sunset was just over the clouds, but hiding.

The sky was pink and the light reflected all over me and on the streets and

buildings and people and taxi cabs, gosh I wish I could replicate that

beauty ... in a painting or photograph... But It will have to last in my

head. As long as I can take it.

 

So, like I said, I’ll bring down the government walls.

 

I finished, and asked her for the check.

I told her “Have a good night.”

 

 

 

© 1999 David Greg Harth

99.08.13.24:07:19 @ 296 New York City