affection they had for
the nicotine stained master
coming every evening
through the cracks
of bad plumbing
behind the geezer
out of the toaster
they assembled under
the window sill
trampling each other
for the best seats on
the black oak floor
yea the stage was set
in that Chinatown motel room
a flickering 24 hour light
creating the ambience
screeching excitedly for the
daily reading to come
Charles woke up and was
eloquent in bourbon stupor
performing his midnight urge
telling his scavenger audience
how Vietnam raged
and hippies engaged
it was 1968 and the world
in his dead beat mood was
a scruffy mess
climbing in a bed and getting
most out of his 25 dollars lay
he became the piper
every appreciative cockroach
following him between the
covers …..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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