An Ok Sunday
‘folks down at the fountain —
they’re not our people’
damp
the racing season’s over
Saratoga’s Broadway’s
nearly empty, sunning-
up;
the big spruce don’t seem to mind
nor the maples;
getting milder
you
can drive around here and see some great sights
Skidmore’s Texas-style new campus (Texas money encroaching)
hear Marshall Hanson and his Hamp for Soul Inc at the
Golden
Grill (‘no broken-bottle fighting, please, or out side’)
The Doors on at the Performing Arts Center (‘oooooooo’)
eat good fried chicken at the Chicken Shack (‘thanks, Gary’)
collect
flies on old wire screens
mildew on the mansions
Union Avenue
and downtown
(‘zero percent chance of rain’)
young kids milling around with McCarthy buttons
still on, four days after convention
not so glum —
they shoot the shit at ease on fences
The Red Barn and
other folks rocking out the porch at the Rip Van Dan the Adelphi
dim
and congratulations Linda and Doug whoever you are
at the Holiday
Inn, muggy couples;
everywhere
the ceiling lowers, prices down —
but grass prices up! two joints of soggy
shit
and L’Avventura slips into focus at last
(‘Perche, Anna’)
(cheating —
that
was last night) Sunday
papers Sunday breakfast (always ‘missed’)
Sunday Brenda Starr hard to come by here
‘settle
for the New York Enquirer?’
well? huh? is it going to be a sun kiss and a hug? uh huh?
or the burst you’ve all been waiting for?
and then what ?
9. 4. 68
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