Play it Again, Sam
For my lover, Larry
In my dream
I enter the hotel bar,
which is a badly lit, basement room
with a single male figure bent over the bar.
"I remember this place as being different," I say.
"Yes," you reply. The tables were round then
and the piano... The piano was larger and black."
It is good to be with you again.
I am reassured. I am almost happy.
February 19, 2002