OLD FLAME
There are movies that come back
to haunt you at the end
and you can hear the music building
to a crescendo like Hollywood
so you in the audience and you in the
starring role are almost the same
good looking clean cut uptight all of
the above and none
I wouldn’t recognize you on a bus
if you paid me
to get on and off
and you wouldn’t remember my name
for all the nights in the world
we crawled into bed
with the lights on
and the radio playing
soft and low
we might as well have been blind-
sided by a two-ton truck
for all it matters
because there’s only the present
like a movie played backwards
with a cast of thousands
hanging on for dear life.