Night in America - Poem by Freddy Bosco
I see neon
Reflected in the chrome
On the bumper of the car
Sitting at the curb
Just across the sidewalk
Out the restaurant window
Where I sit inside,
Overeating.
The turquoised waitress attends me,
Careful as a nurse,
As I sit alone, practicing
My clever lines to show her
I dine only for entertainment.
I hope the honky tonk blaze
Will burn down the tower
Of my losses and leave me clean