This is a new poem. I have been working on it for about a month now. Every time I put a poem on my blog I get a little nervous. It is like when I was acting. And just before I was to go on stage, while I was standing in the wings, I would feel this way. The main part of the poem has not changed very much since it was first conceived, but I have been tweaking words here and there.
Night Shift
It is the moon
and her light
spread out
like a lazy dame…..
cool….white
without heat.
And a tree
alone in an open field,
a winter tree….
undressed….
black tree limbs
plucked by a passing breeze.
Also that cat
shut out from the closed door,
from the dry table…
tucked against a forest floor..
tucked under
some rust brown leaves.
Then from moonlight’s
roll around boogie-woogie,
an old man, alone, soloing
in his tired room,
plays his saxophone notes…
blue notes for the radios
of all night taxi drivers.
