Poem: Progressive Attempt

Poem that might be about standing behind a guy in the queue for Merch at a Tangerine Dream gig in San Francisco…

The guy first in line
at the merch table
at the Tangerine Dream gig
tells the person behind the table
that this is a special night.
She shrugs and hands him
an armful of CDs, a t-shirt that
won’t fit, and a rolled-up poster.
He then checks to see if she is
connected to the band; hoping to
get a message to someone…
She explains she just works for the venue.
He is crushed. All that confidence
rising as he asked the question and felt
blood on his throat. Now he’ll just have
store-bought memories to make it all
seem worthwhile, to make the music
last longer, to achieve synthesis.