poetry by j matthew waters

putting down a few with the dead

there is nothing riding on this game
but I’m watching it anyway
on a hot summer’s day along with
bukowski & harry caray
and some woman
I don’t recognize

of course harry had already
seen this game
by virtue of special permission
while hank consumed two beers
for every one of ours
repeatedly asking the woman
for her name

after a while she became
irritated that he couldn’t remember
and so the pretty dead lady
walked out of our lives
just like that

no questions asked

july two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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