i met him
on the flip side
of a
mercury dime
he was seated at a table in the rear of the restaurant
a candlelit
table for two
in a solitaire arrangement
(i have always been drawn
to the symbolic)
he looked like
a god - asked me
to have a sit - proving
to be a gentleman
dinner? was all
he said
why not? i replied
i ordered a bagel
with cream cheese
he ordered
the fresh catch of the day
i took note
as bacharach sat
down to
the keyboard -
started playing
"a message to michael"
warwick at
her best
i began
questioning the
messenger as
to time
and date stamp on the bar tab
he reassured me
all are blind
to times passage - when there are
gods
involved - enjoy, he said
your bagel i mean - applying
a little cream cheese
i asked warwick
to sing
the B side, noticing both burt
and the god
had disappeared
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
