at Pleasure Inn
a work-horse/work-hard band
serves up steamy blues on a
cracked tray
alongside beer cans &
oh-so-plain set ups as
albino fingers fast dance
fret to fret pace
sound to a bluesed up get
down of brown bodied
booze-n-boogie
bump & grind bask n un
forgettable youth's afterglow
& colored Christmas lights left
blinking like neon rat-eyes year round
albino eyes close/no
need to see when fingers
kno/he plays
listening
turning
as he goes rocking
sloow
pouring albino soul
upon a steam table where week old
hopeless hopes wait
warmed by a sterno of progressive
blues chords/a loud crowd &
friendly enuf
n its blues woe guzzle glow/the owner
smiles his
fat man smile
no one styles n
here tonight
a work-hard band
familiar
tight/a work weak crowd on a
seek release night
albino timing
just right
his face a colorless map
his fingers blackbirds
n flight .,,
fall! '84
for Smoketown Red