Watching Tornado Warnings In Oklahoma Poem by nathan martin

Will it pass this way again nobody knows because
the community library has to many paperbacks
and the clouds to many sins.

will twain swirl in the rain?
will steinbeck hit the deck?


will it pass?

will a folk singer from the north play the harmonica
piss into a gutter and give some simple remedy?

barometric pressures drop drunk toungues
but in a cafe on main street there is still.

black coffee.
white porcelain cups.
thick calloused fingers.

all the regulars gathered there just like every other day.

an old tv flickers over the counter just off to the left of a
warped mirror that has labor union and mason stickers
from the early 90s on it.