AS MANY STREETS

With maps
to many city streets
on the Atlantic dock
by four oceanic gulls
who seem to rise
by a motor boat rig
on their webbed feet
to laugh on the East wind
screaming in swelling echoes
a musician in sailing boots
country straw hat
in an old sear sucker suit
watches the tourist ships
under open air sheets
not yet aware of the clock
or the time to play
a smooth jazz on sax
not in a panic
but remaining suspended
on a sleepwalker's box
with melon fruit drinks
having a late night picnic
rehearses in a retreat
before his summertime gig.