A Strange Arrangement

midnight strolls for strung out beatniks 

looking into puddles
counting every face that left in the morning 

before breakfast
tearful interpretations of billie 

and however many times they
changed their minds because they realized how heavy a bag
full of books really were

ain't no reason to pack light

    when experiencing violet for the
first time we ever chose to dance for rain 

the way we did when 

we
all once were hoping jazz wouldn't cease to play 

at the same time

every thursday 

after lost attempts of 

seducing waitresses to sing
us their best song

nobody ever told him 

all he must hold onto 

as he said goodbye to carvings in the tree he gazed at 

  until she would come to offer

fabric from her most softest of sweaters 

she wore 

not caring 

what
the people say or if jesus wept

 when he easily guided them to
salvation 

before all apologies 

were mentioned to distract marchers
to freedom when they caught flashback 

of that one night they decided
to share their bed 

and forget what they were named