nothing is any good
you know
unless you
share it
so Tom has brought back the bar:
the Elvis impersonator
who almost
played las vegas,
the hair dresser
come future race
car driver,
a sufi
and a seer.
the seer
tells me she hit a cat
the cat was still alive
so she ran it over
again and again,
"and that's when god
talked to me."
"was that before or after
you ran over the cat
the second time?"
i asked.
"She talks to me every day,"
the angry divorced seer
tells me.
is god talking, now?
now, elvis
joins in,
"what if camus and nietche
met. what would they think
about the cat?"
"nah, who cares,"
the race car driver-
hair dresser,
says, snorts another line,
"what if they
started
a rock
and roll
band."
the Sufi wonders,
"who would play
what?"
"nietche on drums!" tom interjects
with a smile.
"yes,
and camus,
a gibson semi hollow."
"vocals???"
"god!" exclaims the seer.
"right on," i say, everyone smiles
and the seer is looking better and better
after every beer.
sometimes the dead
travel the road
to nowhere
with a smile
and i've got to get
up at 7a.m.
i'm a college
educated
toy store clerk
it's closing time at the circus