Back in – What – ’97?

late last thursday kendra and me down at
yella’s had a lovely conversation
over whiskeys — eartha kitt on the juke—
and she bought a round and next we danced to
old jackson browne and a few others before
elvis costello came on and there’s just
no dancing to that elvis, and so we
called it a night and she drove us up to
doc’s out on one-twenty-three, we picked up
a bottle of chivas and she drove back
to her place . . . the sun shone in her window
and brought me to sometime around mid-morning
to find her passed out in prayerful pose
before the porcelain altar all saintlike.

David M Pitchford
15 Nov 2011


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