Japanese Beer Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I can see the tresses of some bridge
Where I sit
Manipulating myself with a
Can of beer
Angels in a smoky changing room
Calibrated by the blueprints of
Man's divinating modernity-
My mother's birthday was earlier
This year
And now no one shows up at
The shop at all
But it is an easy life
With airconditioning and fish
As big as pennies
In glass bowls
We had to pay for
We should have won,
But the fair and the circus have
Both fled away
Looking for stars that are nowhere at
All in the heavens
While the girl behind me is taking
Inventory-
They tried to charge me 58 RMB for
A airport bottle of generic
Cognac,
So I bought Japanese beer instead.