poem tiff
remember last July in Miami
you – in your Lily Pulitzer dress
me in my Korn t-shirt
cargo shorts and
indigo flip-flops
sitting at a bayside table
…you smoking
like you’d never heard
the news about that
habit
me drinking gin martinis
and both of us
talking about that
poetry reading
in Broward
a couple of weeks before
where the guy with the
glass eye killed it
with that poem
…
the poem you can’t remember the name of
…
and you said that it
was the finest poem
that you’d heard in
the past decade
and I said that if
that guy didn’t have a glass eye
that you wouldn’t
have regarded that poem
so highly
so we had a tiff over
the poem
…damn poem tiffs
three quarters of an hour later
the waiter comes back with
our check
saying to me that
my Visa card had been
declined
some days there
is no easy way out.
Some places don’t take American Express, but give it a whirl when the Visa don’t work.
That was fun!
I am glad you thought so. Thank you for reading, and taking the time to comment.
Right– I never leave home with out it!!