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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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JAMES BABBS
Jack and Coffee and the Rain Coming Down not a good day today with the rain coming down and driving over a hundred miles before making it back home sitting at the kitchen table looking out the window and the rain falling down the coffee in front of me bottle of jack daniels and I keep pouring it in the coffee tasting it to make sure it's enough and the rain against the window changes the appearance of things it's only the middle of the week but I feel like I'm trapped inside the darkness of a tunnel one light shining near the end too far for me to reach Bedtime I always enjoyed going to his house in the evenings when he'd sit in the kitchen beneath the glow from the light above the sink he never used the ceiling light always complained it was too bright and he'd offer me some instant coffee a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I always took the coffee told him he could keep the sandwich then asked him how he was doing getting old was always his reply he claimed he'd outlived his entire family and now was awaiting his turn he was just an old guy who lived in my town we never really talked about anything but I always sat there and drank two or three cups of coffee always made sure I stayed long enough to give him the chance to tell me it was way past his bedtime and I really needed to leave so he could get some sleep James Babb's recent poems have appeared in Abbey, Barbaric Yawp, Fight These Bastards, Main Street Rag, Zen Baby and ZYX. |
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