She lays her life out
like a road map
we drink,
Not quite covering
The same landscape
We went over
During that walk
After the diner,
Filling in details
like a paint by numbers work of art
coloring in the spaces
she had only sketched.
She does most of the talking
I don’t know what to say,
Singer, actor, poet
Lola in Damned Yankees
(whatever Lola wants
Lola gets)
Dorothy in Wizard of Oz,
Arm in arm with men
Lacking brain, heart or courage,
The crooner from the Apollo,
The prize student of a teacher
Who loved her,
Almost as much as we do,
Dredging up The Police song
Young teacher etc,
She on the road to greatness
Even now, even here,
Even with me,
A catbird singing only briefly
In this cage,
looking to fly high,
with me,
here,
in this bar,
on this night,
clinging to her tailfeathers.
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