drinking.
one.
last.
beer.
on the stoop.
in the rain.
waiting to see a taxi-cab.
with its light on.
got my suitcase.
full of nothing.
gonna get on a night airplane.
with a moth and a plan.
this two horse town of Manhattan.
will miss my past hotel shoulders and this week's knees.
made a silly stink.
last Thursday.
paying late fees on it now.
I'd buy it back if I could.
that.
key.
is.
hanging.
on.
the.
holder.
And I sit and write underwater poetry in the back of a cab using my intelligent cellular telephone.