The delicate french girl jukebox husky lament
softens the air over checkered tablecloths
I haven't been in Kettle of Fish a year
between my Moscows and Wichitas a lonesome moment
Content to gaze at Bodenheim & Gould in garish oil,
phantoms I'm not over the bar wall mirroring photos
of old habituées renowned characteristic seasons for lack
of Immortality, a bunch of provincial drunks fucked up
D.T. unbearables or Mafia Brothers-in-law.
Old charm of anonymity, phonograph memory playing
familiar bar tunes infrequent visited much
once real hotspot cops on telephone me drunk loved
some heart friend image money at same table same
prophecy felt immortal then -- now come true sit
decade hence jukebox-dazed an Angel remembered