Selected Poems
Chance of Rain, Doubtful
Waiting by a railroad crossing and waiting
watching rain collect into perfect puddles.
At night, the centre of the road is made of water.
A wave of blacktop, crests in the same space, due to undertow.
Rain drops reflected by cars headlights still, waiting
as steel wheels roll on and on and on, stop, then are gone.
Listening to the band, playing riffs and rehearsing
The jazz changes to blues, playing in time with the alarm bells.
Staring at rains rivers, trying to discover patterns in its fall
Seeking order out of a million pancaked drops, with the drum.
Increases and decreases blend with breathing of wind
and him, mesmerized into believing she would come back.
Leaving car horns blow and commuter coaches clang away.
The traffic, freed, escapes alone, up into graded darkness
The sax exhales last spent notes, bartender refills the whiskey glass.
Maybe she will be the next rain or return another day, doubtful.
watching rain collect into perfect puddles.
At night, the centre of the road is made of water.
A wave of blacktop, crests in the same space, due to undertow.
Rain drops reflected by cars headlights still, waiting
as steel wheels roll on and on and on, stop, then are gone.
Listening to the band, playing riffs and rehearsing
The jazz changes to blues, playing in time with the alarm bells.
Staring at rains rivers, trying to discover patterns in its fall
Seeking order out of a million pancaked drops, with the drum.
Increases and decreases blend with breathing of wind
and him, mesmerized into believing she would come back.
Leaving car horns blow and commuter coaches clang away.
The traffic, freed, escapes alone, up into graded darkness
The sax exhales last spent notes, bartender refills the whiskey glass.
Maybe she will be the next rain or return another day, doubtful.
