deeper and deeper into the night
it’s almost seven o’clock and we’re
still waiting on shakespeare
everyone seems to know that
son-of-a-bitch is always late
and as far as the host is concerned
scheduled poetry readings will begin
with or without guest of honor
this laid back lingering gathering
seems to be primed on local brews
and/or pumpkin infused caffeinated beverages
quite a few rotating in and out the front door
seen huddling and smoking in front of
big picture window
it’s mid october and so far there
are plenty of tricks and an occasional treat
nobody is about to abandon the notion
that good old bill and his entourage
will eventually appear
(as contractually agreed upon)
but meanwhile all give thanks
to this peaceful venue
and sincere thanks to every poet
stepping up to the mic
october two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 