Poem: Stool Sample

funny, sitting in the café and the guy on the other side of the bar, from where I sit, tells me he hasn’t seen me in a

while, and I’m only sitting up on the bar stool to recapture the certain sense of style I lent to several poems; several years ago

I’ve been here, man. I think, but don’t say, almost every day

in fact, since the last time he asked how I’d …