tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Last Call

The Last Call


You know just where to find me. As there is
no sense in changing domicile I'll stay
and should you want me, this is where to go;
you'll surely meet me anyhow. I know
your coming's bound to find me unprepared,
the dust not cleared away, the food not shared,
an unsent stack of urgent messages
and some old songs I still would want to play -
You know just where to find me. When you come
I'll raise my eyebrows and I'll wonder if
you're really whom I think, a little glum
you're there at last; I will put on my shoes
and sigh and rise, my legs gone old and stiff,
and follow, since there's nothing left to choose.

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