Floor Show At The Gemini Lounge
I suck slowly
on a pisspoorwarm
four dollar beer
while the guy next to me
looks lost,
studying my crotch
like a map.
"New York, New York"
blares from the box
& when ol' Frank hollers
"start spreadin' the news"
this partial blonde head-
line act strolls to the stage
& delivers the evening edition.
I can tell right off the bat
that the news ain't good.
(from the chapbook STUNNED BY THE MOMENT, 1990 - also published in Slipstream (i think))
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