What A Site Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

What a site

Edward G. Robinson
Carries two tobacco bags
Cards held tight to his chest
A Cincinnati kid

Is he too gambler?
Maybe not; a writer
Lost to alcohol, an Agee?
Matador like Ernest; Hemingway
Out of sight, is Poe, the Allan?

He's thinking, worrying.
In his hand has a cane.
Is he sick, drinking?

Sure not now
Truly, really

Deep in chair and silent
Magnifiers on his eyes
His shoes are carpet-like
Inside them two pillows
Both are feet, he is sick
Sits and waits; clinic.