it would seem that
there's nothing to write about
sitting at my desk at
one in the morning
not a sound

there is hot tea on my right
and a box of tissues
on my left
pictures of Tony on the wall
paintings and
the ED ASKEW at he DARKROOM poster
from Chicago

a drunken guy in the audience
got kind a carried away
with enthusiasm
cheering me on
in the wrong places

i met him the next day
sober and reserved but
friendly

i didn't say a thing