old poet

in the café
i wanted her to tell
you that brautigan
was not a minor poet
and nobody else
could have written
trout fishing in
especially the king
of coney island

but you were too busy
scamming wine from
the usf girls who there
for extra credit
too absorbed texting
their boyfriends
or cared less
who you were
or what you read
or that you were
drinking their wine

but she didn’t tell you
instead she smiled
in respect
for who
she thought
you were

4 Responses to old poet

  1. Wayne says:

    An inner tangle reminiscent of “KNOTS” by R.D. Laing. Thanks!

  2. maurie says:

    Nice focus on the perception of what one see’s, thanks.

  3. christine says:

    Not the poem I thought it would be from the photo. She held him in respect, but he didn’t quite deserve it, had made a bit of a fool of himself in later years, at least that’s how I read it. Nice spare lines, with a kind of cynical feel to it. Especially the image of the extra-credit listeners texting!

    Nothing worse than to be an anachronism in your own lifetime.

  4. Julie says:

    Very strong. I’ve been to this reading. Well, not this one, but one like it. And I wanted to scream. I love it. And the last stanza says it all.

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