In my heart is Coltrane,
precise addictions &
improvised optimism.
Our joy a lottery
anticipating
“The upswing in the industry.”
While fundraising
for strangers,
mood-raising at breakfast
ignoring Visa
and buying parting gifts,
I notice
the rhythm off-kilter
the rabbiting plans,
the fear-punctured shelter.
Dear sons:
Please be 9 to 5ers.
Men who know what to wear.
Whose offices can be locked
and walked from.
Who vacation yearly
and whose deposits
drop
ca-ching
ca-shing
click
click
slick
metronome steady.
