tagNon-Erotic PoetryWaiting for God at the Port Authority

Waiting for God at the Port Authority


Toe Jam who doesn't wear shoes in summer
has two black eyes and ankle chains
"and they broke my freakin' nose" he said
to the judge at Monday's arraignment.

He never quite knew how to curse
but tried freakin' hard Saturday night
just about a minute past midnight
for the bad boys who didn't make bail
but knew what they wanted after lights out.

"Schizophrenic" he forgot to say
to the cops who called him disodorly
in a Port Authority bus bay
where he liked to drink his wine
and pick at the street in his toenails
with Vladimir, Lucky, and Paco

who said there's no vino in Vera Tess,
although there is in his Wild Irish Rosie,
all dressed up in a brown paper skirt,
he should have drunk with some Wonder Bread
he said to the judge who will let him go,
but not to The Port Authority,
even though God is coming today.

If not, he surely will tomorrow.

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