NIGHT SKIES

Night skies
hearing Ray Charles
anywhere on the earth
or Coltrane
from a blast of sax
as if everyone's solo
connects notes
of our correspondence
lighting up our club,gig
or apartment
when we have a free night
to visit,make friends, laugh
at stand up or write
our sit down diary
or walk under a reprobate rain
on my faltering city Square
by gas lamps
of cyclopic buildings
to the home harbor
to throw in unlucky coins
in the latitude
of a transparent wind
as waves by the sea wall
rise by the bay side wharf
or siphon off a beer
in a cafe spiked
until the next day
by rumors of an encounter
from a stranger's tongue
overhearing the stupor
of an exiled morning
circulating in a glass
of my own invisibility.