Monday Musings - Don’t Bother to Knock

Hard rain pummels panes of glass while wet rings take

residence where our drinks once bled out

onto the hardwood bar while we waited for the next

2:19 out of each other’s minds. For good.

Behind the counter, a Marilyn Monroe nibbles on her

pencil, then jots down some digits and

a smiley face near the namesake of this restaurant

at the end of our worlds. If there were a

Baby Grand in this joint, it would have quit for lack of

a piano man that can keep her amused amidst

dead conversations in slang only drunks and dead

movie stars can muster any meaning out of.

After the damage is done, there’s seldom a smile, and

the only digits are those ball and chained to

the cost of a steak and eggs special, plus tax, no tip, and

jukeboxes all out of order. I fumble in 5¢

just to shuffle through the squeaky tabs; I marvel to see

Springsteen’s Born to Run still making the cut.

That’s how you know you’re in Jersey, I wince toward the

vacant swivel stool beside me, and by the time

the chairs are stacked, someone else foots my bill. Again.

Y’think the rain’s gawna stop anytime soon? asks

Ms. Monroe, apron tossed, legs crossed. She dims the

lights. Somewhere, a piano man cries for his Baby.

Trigonis 7/5/12

Every Monday, GJC will be sharing a poem from John T. Trigonis, a local JC Heights resident, poet, writer, and coffee aficionado, in our Monday Musings.

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