A Pleasant Fall Evening In Rochester, Ny

A small stretch of bar to call my own: I cover it with my paper and a thin book of poems - Most I don't understand at all Some, unfortunately, I understand too well. A TV in the corner tut tuts 20 thousand screaming Yankee fans into a shushing murmur that drifts amongst the guests like an oversolicitous maitre' d. I discuss favorite movies with the bartenders - kids really, and one, incredulously insists that Running Scared, the Paul Walker version, is the best movie ever. I could love him for that. Disembodied pieces of conversations roam unmolested through the air - "What are you doing after work tonight?" - "Smoking marijuana" And "Lets put on our PJs".