Poem: Classic Talk Radio

We used to stay up all hours
Talking about whatever came to mind
Silence was a stranger to us
Until it no longer was

Poem: A Café in the Middle of Nowhere

There’s a little café somewhere
Between Charleston and Savannah
Where a girl in a white hat sits
In her Sunday best across from me
Watching me stare into the black

Poem: Red Apple Flavored Regret

She offers me a red apple
After my second beer
And I shake my head
Less than her hand shakes
From the withdrawals

Poem: Dark Windows

Spring smells mark the arrival
Of warmer weather here
Evaporating fresh rain from sidewalks
As I’m walking by your house
To see all the lights are turned out
For the first time in years

Poem: Bottled Recollections

Tossing beer cans into the canal
Not worrying about the consequences
As young and reckless as we were
Watching the water rush by
Talking about our adventures
Women who we had been with
Times we should have died
Since we last talked