Friday, October 9, 2009

My Man Godfrey.

My Man Godfrey must be 24 hours long tonight
As this drink and apprehensiveness fail
Stick legs and stick glasses and smiling girl swiveling next to me
saying, "I'm a bartender"
Which is alright and happy.
I have a Crown Royal bag full of them and quarters
hanging from a doorknob at home.

See how William Powell lends me his silver smile when I smile
At these stars we beg to share.
Hear Eugene Palette's patina tuba bringing upward things
I felt might lie buried in the cynical earth
Of a month, a year. A movie about
A fallen man.

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