what is important
is the stars or moon or sun
or single naked bulb hanging in the living room to light the whole
apartment while the blues scratches its way through the speakers
to the trash and empty Gin bottles in the corner
and across the soiled curtains in the kitchen window above the
cockroach&coffee-cup sink
what is important
is being able to see
what i am doing or drinking or reading or painting in the portal the
french doors onto the balcony provide
looking out into a city i cant see for darkness
except streetlights, latenight reading lamps & television snowstorms
what is important
is being able to read
the poems on pages in books and notebooks strewn around the apartment
under old newspapers lying in disarray on the shelves
and in stacks on either side of the tattered green couch and between
the masses of cloth and stuffing that pass for cushions
what is important
is Gin
inbottles hiding around the apartment
behind piles of books on the top shelf
under the battered recliner
and inside the cupboards with newspaper lining
behind cans of black-eyed peas and pickled beets
saved for when that special girl comes over just for a cup of coffee
and you convince her to stay a little longer to listen to a new
jazz record
what is important
is jazz
to convince that special girl to stay for another record of lady day
who is glad to be unhappy
"unrequited love's a bore
and man i got it pretty bad
but for someone you adore
it's a pleasure to be sad"
what is important
is sheets
that are covered with newspapers and books and ashtrays
on the bed that is so much more comfortable than that old ratty couch
or the beer-stained matted carpet
sheets that were changed just last month
if last month was may
what is important
is getting up
in the night and finding a drink and a smoke
and remembering
why this girl is special
and how long it is til the next deadline
and when the rent is due