WORKING POET

Clowns frown at paychecks go down to the unemployment lined up for smiles they preach good looks hidden by made up. At the Coffee Shop the POET is hidden in the corner hoping no one notices him the gangers did not stop to visit him because the kind policeman stopped for a cup of joe was a close call. Four lines of prose make waveing graines of love for all the readers that eye have love clownes. This has all happened as de je vue before. The woman at the Trolley Stopped asked me where eye work. I told her three times I work for myself she said WHAT? I said I work for GOD she said WHAT? I said I am a writer I write poems I wrote PROSE Poems she said WHAT? and then she said BUT sir where do you WORK? I said I work at the coffee shoppe I work at Durango Joes. OH she said YOU WORK THERE! non I write mye prose there in the corner table. On mye THREE MILLION DOLLAR DELL LAPTOP COMPUTOR. She is satisfied I get a working collar stiffed but not understanding what the self implyed meant. Off she went to wherever it is that she sits and watches television all the soap operatic hope the most uninteresting dope they ever formed to give to eye. Eye love to ask an older woman what she gets out of watching her soap operas she is quick to tell me she loves the action sequences the cousins kissing the drama unfolding her sheets to rub out them blisters. Cartoons maight be better. Dominoes played at the corner Liquor Mart the Blind man wins every line he slaps them braille dots down. Shooting pool later they have to modify the rules for he cant see the colors or numbers they form the only Blind Game of Eight ball in existance. He is allowed to shoot until he misses. Iff he makes the eight ball even once he loses. He begs them to go back to the Dominoes Game at least he wins it. He drinks the red not the port or the white when the store is out he makes them go across town buss to the only other county line. They call him joeseph in a guttural snarl they all have the time to drink up his wine he shares it with all he knoes all his friends can astound you with what they are wearing when asked he can laugh and say he can tell by his acute sense of smell. Obstinate JOhn has a problem but he is the only one asks how can you smell A gray hat? no one answers him joeseph frowns and turns his head and takes another drink and then he answers him. Softly. You wore that hat eye was at your wedding you wear it every time you come to visit drinking you wear it to the fishing whole towns and villages admire that hat. And then he smiled. As JOhn shut up as JOhn frowns down remembering his wife he smiles and loves this clown this joeseph man.