blackbird online journal spring 2002 vol.1 no. 1

POETRY

TIM SUERMONDT

Bad Night at Club Solidarity

The band is playing
poorly as the Metropolitans.

Your date keeps
calling you Hans, or Billy Joe.

A world away
a man is swept

off the street, disappearing
into the small h of history.

Where are the ships
on the river, the white stars—

that woman in a yellow dress,
gingerly combing her long black hair.  


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