Poems from J. E. Cramer
I remember your face,
And you have my picture.
You have my picture
That’s mussed and greasy, dimly-lit but well-dressed
As the last time...
My first song was “Closing Time,”
Sweaty hands on borrowed strings.
Many more messily followed,
And my calloused fingertips fit them
...
My sons,
You have unmade me,
Made me mother to an empire--
Would that the two of you once
Again were twin vigilantes, rather than
A king...
Oh, my love, my
Saturday baby, the weekend
Brings an end to my weakness.
It’s never enough to see you
Beside me, but all things aside,...
Too often I find myself lost to
The tune of longing, and we’ll say
Loneliness in every
Beat; my scarf’s discarded and the
thin varnish of...