ME AND HARVEY KEITEL
The girl in the Spin Shop Cafe.
She stands aloof from the fray.
But she does say hello. Just before
I go. For me, that's a lot. Say OK!
Now, I'm outside where it's forty
degrees. Seems warmer than it is,
yet I freeze; seems later too. This
new December sky, I'm not used
to it yet. All those balloons and
the confetti of Summer are gone.
I've a mind to just forget I am living,
and leave a message and move on
ahead : the sweet spot, quintessence,
of everything else would finally
leave me alone. Though I seem
headstrong to you, I'm uncertain
and weak to myself.
Instead, I'll count these calendar
pages and watch who comes out
of the crowd. I end up liking most
people - the quiet, the dismal, the
bombastic, the loud. What's to say
anyway? It's better than Hell, where
I'm going with Harvey Keitel.