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STARBUCKS AND COOKIE

I sit in Barnes and Noble
Looking at the figure-display over the snack bar
Oh how out-of-place    in time    they look
Twain
Shaw
Hardy
Dickinson
Hemingway
Have read them all
Out of time
The artist has caught them from middle-to-old age
Twain    the Mississippi observer
            older than the river
                              that flame-gray hair
                                        nose-slipping specs
                                                                      cigar
Shaw    the same snowy mass
                                      but older than creation
                                             he contemplates the infinite
Hardy    stirs a cup of tea
                       has just exclaimed
                           “Wha! Pshaw!
                                  Jude isn’t as sad as that.”
Emily?
         Emily sits for an artist
             she has a sweater tied round her neck-
                      those drooping    slender shoulders
                         always protected
                                       but from what no one knows
Hemingway
    what’s to say?
        he be da man
            smokes his pipe
                  thinking about the slaughter of ‘brave bulls’
     “Good fight!” says Ernie
                    assigning some sort of ludicrous intelligence 
There are several more             
But I’ll leave them in their mothballs

The question arises
    at least in my mind arises
Given their various outlook
    would they earn a high place in today’s world?
I doubt it
None of them play guitar    or saxophone
The drummer they moved to had an unbelievable              
                                                                     subtleness
I imagine they could get through a work
    without need for a dripping    drooling bedroom scene
And then why watch anyone use the lavatory?
They obviously didn’t know how to burn film
                                                didn’t need to burn time
Call it imagination
Call it intelligence
Call it sanity!
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