A FRANK O'HARA NIGHT

No night time
here at the Cedar Bar
with my sax blowing
an hour before
on the side walking me
criss-crossed down town
it's a spring sadness
at the beer and piano gig
with the grapevine
deflowering gossip
at the broken water cooler
as the last cruise
comes to an end
and no one wanting
to be seen
going home alone
a strange golfer
from the 'burbs
walks in
sits on a stool
boasting of his
hole in one
and everyone laughing
as he orders drinks
all around the house.