am the cowboy.
And this man’s thin denim’s
all I can’t see while seated,
a lady, a cat, the forest at night.
The men here
are out to see a face, a geosynchronous object.
I am the body they turn to, contrapposto event.
pale on my halo.
shot through with the noble light of neon
We play all of Art Tatum’s
STAY AS SWEET AS YOU ARE
and then once more.