Tall Order. drinking 9.5% beer do you
hear the Christmas bells
The peacocks wish to show their wings, amid silver ornaments
The chrome of an old car coming in the rear view mirror
like a fountain pen no one would ever
touch
The elevator is taking us up – its rich
walnut stain handrail – a comfort
to the blonde panelling with dark hearts
I wear a black shirt and underneath the hurt
I suck the straw of festive music
Like i was sitting on a throne in technicolor
Walt dizzily would listen to jazz
on Tall Order Wednesdays
at his favorite dive
percolating rhythms and aromatic espresso
into the blue stage with its golden horns
‘twas a hive of bees and birds
and thin rectangles of red stage lights
on the floor
like a fountain that never knew it was shut off
and hazelnuts never to be harvested, he hooked
his eyes into her lightly tanned face with its
green irises and blonde straightened
shined hair
Tall order. drinking with peacocks in the warm
sultry air by the salt sea
and silver and green iridescent wings
© 2013 Rudolf Kurt Penner
