At Vesuvio Café you will find me in twenty years
hugging north beaches and cigarette machines
with a grace slipping slick upon exit courses I
take inside buildings of time jockeying crowds
of double-pours and double-dealings atop
bluffs jumping rope with dry fault lines
scuffing turtlenecks and stashes in
the hounds of uncounted bushes
that I have loved now speaking
to my head in sign language;
single-handed is the spray
of Russian songs on a 44
one at a time and then
I\'ll be gone-the still
all around giving
my pen lessons
when to end.