Graveyard Shift Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Graveyard Shift



Without music a body is
So alone,
Even with the dogs beside him,
He’s drunken too much caffeine
To shut down,
And its 2 am,
And tomorrow the sun will
Rise to Chanticleer,
But for now the celibacy resides
Until his body shivers like a little girl,
And he is left with all her pictures,
Smiling quite beautiful,
With the men and strangers;
The world is utterly naked and white,
But she should never be his lover,
For she can do as little for him,
As he can do for her,
And up town, and downtown are useless,
As quotes from a bible,
While other girls in their own religion
Douse close to lawyers,
And nothing changes,
And the novel lays unready and
Misspelled, and the greater lunatics
Are already underground,
And the rest of the class is conforming
To the graveyard,
Where the song ends, where the song ends
And not another quarter for the bolero,
The scars quieted and defenseless,
A routine laying still and restless;
Thus a song has ended, but not another
Song resumes,
And even the dogs do not howl.

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