Friday, September 7, 2012

3880. SADDLE RIVER


SADDLE RIVER

(from 'Last Time In Luxembourg')

1. Rambunctious palaver: run to the river,
racheting the smirk, bring the hammer and
unsettle the clerk. Leave your name at the
desk, completely mis-spelled.
2. Remember that time at the waterfront kiosk:
the girl bending down to her dog, showing
everything under her skirt. What a moment,
and it was all so foreign and respectable.
3. I tore the hounds-tooth cover in the car we'd
rented  -  forgetting about the knife hanging off
of my belt. Two hours squirming in a seat, digging
a hole like a mouse in the fabric.
4. The man was singing on the edge of the pier -
like a matinee idol crossed with Charles Aznavour
and Deitrich too. Not understanding one word he sang,
I decided to ask for 'Volare'. He grinned, and went on.
5. I went home with the doctor's daughter  -  she seemed
to know everything and was prepared for me to ask why.
Her answer? 'In order to survive, you stupid American jerk.'

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