HOMAGE TO REZNIKOFF
In a cold spot
behind the garden
to the all-night cafe
the snow remains:
it doesn't mean
snow will blanket
the sidewalk all the way
to the station;
it will remain, unseen
by the Sunday sleepers.
THE KITCHEN
You can see into the kitchen, narrow, slightly uphill or warped yellow tiles, maybe beige,
with dis-colorations from constant shoe soles or humidity, a lucid late-night
realism bounded by gray-silver freezers, to an inner room full of light-reflective
utensils, a man wearing a white apron has plunked down two rubber mats, another
stands in the inner doorway flashing white teeth, now they stand as in a ship's
corridor, greasy, talking unheard in the only light in which you could read.
* David Francis has produced two albums of songs and one album of poems set to music. In 2008 NYCBigCityLit published his article Utterance and Hum: The Difference BetweenPoem and Song. Currently David is recording a new album in the UK for Monochrome Records.
www.davidfrancismusic.com