by Robert Bové (Oct. 2006)
Otis, Carrier, McDonald
I go out for lunch each day,
winter or summer, have my shake
and fries, go back up
to the 15th the same way.
Lister, Edison, Marconi
I like to leave when the cleaning crew
is wrapping up for the evening.
Their boom box norteñas dance me
out into darkened streets.
Zeppelin, Goodyear, Doubleday
The bar is too noisy
to hear the game on TV
but I don’t mind at all.
That view of bright field
from blimp at night—
Yankees still playing in October.
~ Robert Bové
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