Greasy Spoon
I watched the owner
pocket a two-dollar tip
left for a waitress.
And I felt sorry
for the guy, knew he would die
hated by his kids.
-- Herbert Engelhardt
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
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