Clark Avenue All-Nighter
Too many loud,
loud prominent voices
leapfrogging over each others’ words.
Too many loud,
loud preposterous personalities
bursting out
simultaneously, like animals
whose cages are left
unlocked.
The noises of these musicians
bleed into each other.
The myriad shades
of an orange afghan, its holes show hints
of a puke-green sofa –
here I sit.
I watch fingers travel
over steel strings, tap
on ivory keys,
seeking in experiment
to find an anchor,
but still
they can’t out-drown or
correct
the cacophony
of chaos.
copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews
