It is a confessional- of tiny pleasures,imperfections, desires and sorrows. Though on the surface it is a darker, solemn piece, those who appreciate the melancholy of a poetic ramblings will enjoy it as I did.
You can find the full poem here: One For the Shoeshine Man, but the most poignant imagery, to me, lies in these few lines-
I am bitter sometimes
but the taste has often been
sweet. it’s only that I’ve
feared to say it. it’s like
when your woman says,
“tell me you love me,” and
you can’t.
if you see me grinning from
my blue Volks
running a yellow light
driving straight into the sun
I will be locked in the
arms of a
crazy life
thinking of trapeze artists
of midgets with big cigars
of a Russian winter in the early 40’s
of Chopin with his bag of Polish soil
of an old waitress bringing me an extra
cup of coffee and laughing
as she does so.
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