lenny bruce’s eyes

the holidays stopped by
with a bottle of bourbon
tucked under his arm

a sugar coated lemon moon
hovering above his hat

he is beautiful
in the opened doorway

we share a heaviness of heart
more burdening
than
lenny bruce’s eyes

i tell him thank you
for remembering
i’m sometimes very little
and act accordingly

his smile becomes centuries

a coltrane record begins to spin
my favorite things
in the corner

all of it carried in his pocket

as he pours spirits
into perfectly mismatched glasses
and says

i’m here because
we spend this time of year
surrounded by people
who are gone