Places You'Ve Never Believed To Look Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Morning of heirlooms
Waiting for Diana to come on her bus,
Roller-skating the aisle,
Enough for the both of us;
To take me off to work or school,
While the airplanes blast off the golden rule-
Or I can play hooky and sleep with the
Cowardly lions,
I can go places you’ve never believed to look.
There are naturally occurring crèches down in
The soft pits of wayward cypress,
With the broken hearted doves and their
Lovely cormorants;
Don’t you know strange girl, bartender,
I can go there or to class, but it doesn’t matter
Anyway- I am always thinking of you.