on line/i see this woman/ in a video she posted/ kissing this guy/ and i think/ "gee. wouldn't it be great. to see more?"/ i want to see him doing her in the ass/ crude and badly lit/ i want to hear her moan/alex/ over and over/ alex/ i want to see his reaction/ tower of cards/ collapse and burn/ but maybe not/ this movie after all/ nothing real/ even that which is/ i go to the hotel bar and order a beer/ and wait/ the rest of the trio has not shown/ we are entertainment tonight/ or so they say/ an artist hangs her portraits/ a caterer arranges the dip/ the smoke is not yet impenetrable/ sylvia sits beside me/ her hair woven in a thick black braid/ she wears a ring of turquoise and silver/ shaped like a medicine wheel/ we talk of the weather/ muggy/ sultry/ oppressive/ i tell her about the video/ tell her about my feelings/ she laughs/ pats me on the shoulder/ "save your strength"/ vanishes/ i leave a tip and half my beer/ walk over to the cafe/ get two cups of coffee/ the internet is free/ this is what i write/ while i wait
while i wait
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its a good life if you can make it work
the next morning/ over eggs, beans, tortillas/ bleary from no sleep/ stupid from the booze/ we divide the take/ $100 each/ thirty cds sold/ ten left/ i offer the waitress one/ she says she remembers me from the gig/ she came for the art but stayed for the music/ the coffee is on the house/ i try to remember her name/ for next time/ the friday world is busy/ scurrying about the streets/ seeking solace in nine to five/ the bass player hails a cab/ the drummer has a bike/ i walk/ listening to the rhythm of my feet/ i stop in for a paper/ julio smokes a cigar/ "you play again?"/ i nod and slide him $50 cents/ take a paper/ "my son plays. mariachi. he loves it."/ "its a good life if you can make it work."/ he nods/ in two days we go on tour/ no real money/ free jazz is not everyones thing/ just gas/ food/ adventure/ san bernadino/ seattle/ chicago/ burlington/ buffalo/ nyc/ hoboken/ philadelphia/ chapel hill/ atlanta/ miami/ austin/ tucson/ 30 days in a car with three guys/over 3000 miles/ back at my apartment i realize i need to pack/ but not now/ the window is open and the world sounds so good/ maybe i can slip away
the next morning/ over eggs, beans, tortillas/ bleary from no sleep/ stupid from the booze/ we divide the take/ $100 each/ thirty cds sold/ ten left/ i offer the waitress one/ she says she remembers me from the gig/ she came for the art but stayed for the music/ the coffee is on the house/ i try to remember her name/ for next time/ the friday world is busy/ scurrying about the streets/ seeking solace in nine to five/ the bass player hails a cab/ the drummer has a bike/ i walk/ listening to the rhythm of my feet/ i stop in for a paper/ julio smokes a cigar/ "you play again?"/ i nod and slide him $50 cents/ take a paper/ "my son plays. mariachi. he loves it."/ "its a good life if you can make it work."/ he nods/ in two days we go on tour/ no real money/ free jazz is not everyones thing/ just gas/ food/ adventure/ san bernadino/ seattle/ chicago/ burlington/ buffalo/ nyc/ hoboken/ philadelphia/ chapel hill/ atlanta/ miami/ austin/ tucson/ 30 days in a car with three guys/over 3000 miles/ back at my apartment i realize i need to pack/ but not now/ the window is open and the world sounds so good/ maybe i can slip away