sitting at the Bravo Bistro –
I sit at a red light.
Mom and Dad, red wine in glasses at their hands,
Three children in a circle.
(blond children wearing sunglasses,
hiding smiling eyes).
As I move on,
the tattooed man
smiles through the open window of my mini van.
Red Toyota Corolla ahead. Red brake lights light up.
Behind me, the children
order penne pasta in alfredo sauce; mother, calamari;
father, the steak sandwich, medium rare.
And I was listening to this…The Neon Light of the Saints by Shawn Colvin.
If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. Tennessee Williams