Lunch With the Sole Survivor
Meaning what it seems to when the day's receipts are counted and locked inside the store and the keys are taken home feeling as it does to drive a car that rides and rides like a long, low, dark, silent streak of radio waves just the way the hero feels in a smash-hit show exactly like the giant in a Times Square sign making love across the sky to a lady made of light And then as though the switch were thrown and all of the lights went out then as though the curtain fell and then they swept the aisles and then it's someone's turn to go smoke the last cigarette, drink the last tall drink, go with the last long whistle of the midnight train as it fades among the hills Meaning what it seems to mean but feeling the way it does as though the wind would always, always blow away from home.
From Kenneth Fearing: Selected Poems, edited by Robert Polito. Originally appeared in The Complete Poems by Kenneth Fearing, published by the National Poetry Foundation. Reprinted by the permission of Russell & Volkening, Inc., as agents for the author. Copyright © 1936 by Kenneth Fearing, renewed in 1974 by the Estate of Kenneth Fearing. All rights reserved.