Saturday, June 28, 2008

Lost Jacket Blues by Howie Good

The last time I saw it
it was stepping off

the curb between
parked cars in Cleveland,

its pockets empty
except for

faded receipts
for now-broken items,

its top button loose
and dangling

like the head
of a hanged Nazi,

though others swear
they’ve since

seen it from behind
secretly scratching

obscene pictograms
and a former phone number

onto glum walls,

notwithstanding which,
I miss it, sometimes.

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