The Lucky Barf

The lucky barf hid
in a shoe and whistled
at the sweet old
negroes who played pool
down at the bumper car
museum. It whistled
"In the sweet by and by"
and "Dixie" and "Summer's
Almost Gone" The lucky
barf would take a long
lunch break and walk down
among the rotting piers
kicking napkins and stuff
thinking of dented tin
and epaulets like bugs.
Licking the cheese off,
the lucky barf.