Last Note
Last café on the road
A smoky room
And an alone player
Belting out a tone
With a last breath
Dying
The Sun doesn’t shine
in these parts
But it burns
on the screen
The last car derives in
the screen of the last car
that drove in
a cowboy boots man
and a legless blond
step into the shadows
of the smoky room
the lonely player is still playing
an old jazz tone
with a fly for
accompaniment
a fly as lonely as he is
buzzes in the empty corner
for eternity
they ask for cold drinks
the cowboy and the blond
she had beautiful eyes
big blue like the sea
he had sunglasses
dark behind them
were blindness
they drank in
the silence of the music
a shot rang
another followed
a pool of blood
met another pool of blood
senseless waste of life
lives
the usual last note
plays
in
Road Ends Café!
December 14, 2014
