Saloon (San Fra…

Saloon (San Francisco, U.S.A., April 2012)

—oh, hello..

where did you all come from?

Asks the aged lumpy white man

From under the dim red glow that frees us all up

lubricant rays.

As if he’s been asleep and dreaming,

or just somewhere else for the set.

Takes a sip of water.

He wears greying running shoes and a windbreaker.

Anything but glamorous,

this man who has been talked about,

revered quietly.

The one they say wrote songs for Janis Joplin.

We think he plays for us—

He is praying,

contemplating his divine with trumpet and blues

while a gyrating mass sways and pumps all around,

hoping for a taste of that same divinity but—

he ain’t selling, no.

This is the way the world ends: Not with a Bang but a Whimper.

And he chuckles when a little young thing in front begs:

No Whimpering!

—Alright then.

One more.