all he really wants

inspiration from ray bradbury and james tate here.

i saw a robot

listenning to jazz one day

eyes closed and swaying,

with a half empty

(and rather expensive looking)

wine bottle in hand,

he looked like he belonged

somewhere in between

film noir and the beatniks.

they won't let him in,

but he stands outside

the club evey night

and mimes saxaphone,

guitar and piano alike.

i would give to him a

headphone set and

perhaps a select few CDs,

but i have the distinct feeling

that by tomorrow night,

they will have done

something with him.

poor guy.

can't anyone see that

all he really wants is to swing?

Reviews

[Cristal Bridges]

I extremely like this! I've read a few Ray Bradbury stories and I loved what I've read so. . . I love the last verse! Great! Wonderful poem.