Bad vibes on a pretty day
with blue skies
like being on a Greek Isle.
The poet wakes into a good
mor’n
cleaned window panes
cleaned bedsitter’s floor
a great deal of dust and grime
washed off yesterday
until late evening.
In spite of a clouded sky
strewn diamonds aglitter
on the dew-covered red car
in front of the bedsitter’s
window.
The artist’s spouse in pain
asking for a pot of Illy-coffee
with a medium roast
she dearly has taken to.
Bus 239 filled to capacity.
High season for the tourists.
The air is thick and creamy
To be cut like a curded cake.
Mrs IRA at A/F already busy
with clever voluptuous Viki
while the poet sorts Mrs IRA’s
expense chits for two years
with stoic constant motions.
Mr T the jealous Skorpio will
send the poet for Italian
ice cream
to his fav shop around the
corner in Tuchlauben
he hates to visit personally
besides to greet the short
sympathetic blond woman
from polish origin.
Then as the chits are sorted
the poet takes off to deliver
two well-appointed letters
in the vicinity.
He feels like a piano player
who is told to have a second
pint of beer.
Thanks to Gösser Märzen
but he’ll get it only at the
cubicle of Espresso H/S
due to be 30 minutes early
for his direct bus departure.
Ice cold can.
GÖSSER.RESSÖG
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.