Thursday, February 23, 2012

Blues in the Dark

One night, in the middle
of the last century, close
like waking up with dreams
still in the room, in the cave
of that empty coffee shop
drunken dark all around,
alone singing the blues
stopping and hearing applause
from lovers hidden on a couch.

"I'm so sorry...the dark"

"No, it was beautiful," she said.

Oh Holy Dark, please hold
the one just left behind.

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