by Dexter Gordon?
usually don't guess
that's what's playing:
July 4th 2014
my phone turns itself
off during that night,
never the day
day looks like rain, but
it's not raining
I shit, shower
head doesn't hurt any longer.
I should get a beer, I says,
I'm a writer, it would make sense.
I don't. I hear children playing outside,
I left my window cracked, the gray
sky leaks inside, now
everything is gray
this doesn't feel like independence
a strange metallic sound outside,
car, sounds off,
these guys (Filipinos & Mexican
guys) are always out working on
their cars, I don't know enough
to know what they're doing,
I missed out on that part of manhood.
I've held a pen,
Sun peeks through clouds offscreen
it's all starting to look different
it's July 4th, 9:38am
I'm typing poems as a dog barks.