Poem for My Friend Duane
This is a poem for my friend Duane.
He`s looking for material—a poem, some lyrics, art—for his Web site.
It`s a good site.
But, as you know, this is not a good poem.
Really, I am just throwing down a few lines.
Perhaps something will happen.
(Is the young lady at the bar looking at me? I think she is.)
But I don`t think anything is happening.
(Ah, she is looking at the door, behind me; the guy she has been waiting for
has just arrived.)
So there is nothing magical here.
Not even close.
Duane, I tried. I am sorry.
I will try again soon.