Notes On Praxie's Concert Poem by RIC BASTASA

it has no more teeth
what it has are deep sunken eyes
like an eclipse
the sound is harsh and the
ambiance is dark blue
and it faded
the tables were already
empty

a lady beside me
has gray hairs
she must be older
by twenty years
like the awaiting of
this concert

she gives me the reason
for watching
she comes from a far place
it was the talks
the refined rumors
i shared what i wish i could not
have said
and praxie need not really
hear this

it is because we were once
together in the room with that shoe-throwing
music teacher
nothing more

we left before midnight
and i think it was enough courtesy
for good taste