My father would have loved a place like this,
all the way over on the West side.
You could still smoke inside restaurants
when he was alive,
and he smoked Newport,
before, during, and after dinner.
I remember. The last time, he screamed at a waitress
for having brought the bread and butter out too soon.
Finally you arrive in work clothes and funny tie.
This time is mine.
I think about your life when you’re not with me.
When you’re not with me, I think about your life.
Yes, I am a consulting Astrologer and Tarot Reader but started a 30 Poems in 30 Days project in late January, mostly unpublished poems from the archives. I took two of the poems away today though (long story) so if anyone’s gone looking, the project is missing pieces, possibly to be returned and possibly not! This one’s a little gloomy, isn’t it 🙂