Buzz (a poem)
He was the only bum in town
The market lazily cornered my whole life
A free range sailor on forever leave
He interrupted town parades
Attended every funeral
Hat in hand and over his heart
He’d catch a tan on Naranche hill
Pint of gin in one hand and a stray in another
Old habits die when we do
His age was a topic of debate
Only being halved
to study the rings
would suffice
When I was six and twenty I found Buzz
Late sitting at the bar in the Cav.
His beard was different. Or was it?
34 years of memory kinks a lot of cable
I bought him a bud and he bought me one back
Buzz drives the yellow cab
He tells me it’s the only one in town
Community. It’s too crowded
He lost his gig with the bubble
He was the only bum no longer
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Nathan Truzzolino is the author of Middle of The End: A Novel available on Amazon.com now.