The fellas lost their instruments, the gig
Is sunk, and Steamboat’s on Amdursky’s couch
In Watertown, Connecticut . It’s big!
The Colonel’s hunkered in his action crouch.
I gotta charge the cell phone soon, so talk,
All right? It’s heating up in Jackson Square.
The fortune teller’s here. I’m gonna walk
Across the grass and try the signal there.
The bars are filling up again so I
Can work the street, itinerate. Guitar
And Creole holler jobs. I’m gonna try
To get up with Modine and get a car.
There’s nothing left. Lizardi Street is down
And out. Well, put it this way, man, it’s down.
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Saint Louis Cathedral Oil on canvas

August 31, 2006 at 12:52 am
I really like your paintings, Vanx!
September 1, 2006 at 3:53 am
I’m fascinated with the sky and the steeples poking up into it. I’m imaging this poem scribbled out on an evelope. And my fingers are snapping as I read.