beholden

beholden

I have a vivid
imagination
the other day 
I was sitting
with the late
David Lerner
having coffee
the two of us
in a dirty 
 quiet
  two tabled
off the main street
hole-in-the wall
slice of heaven
sipping stories
sharing scones
he was laughing 
pointing toward
the headlines
of yesterdays 
newspapers 
telling me
men will
never learn
I tried 
to explain
blogging
and how 
everyone
is a poet
he spit coffee
out his nose
told me 
to pay the tab 
then
we both went our separate ways