Turning Leaf Merlot '69

Dropped all Tuesday / apartment-cleaning situations,
turning my thoughts to 24 year-old blond on the periphery
of beautiful existence and to what the clean-car summer would be like
with the obligations of my Zen texts, my red wine, the good pasta,
my Big Country recordings, and this empty / open / dusted room.

I want reality and rich tobacco drunkenness and phone calls to Ann
Arbor-relationship-bartending-blue-eyed woman in hair bun
and victorious Euchre games at 4 AM.  Most of all?

   Dancing on this carpet late spring...
this album, this very bottle...

Mike Hackney

from December, 2001 issue