chapter six

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS


"The Plaza"
sat on a king's way
across from a forest lawn.

Once upon a time, it was regal
(well, if the only game in town)

{in the basement ballroom- the ghosts of freddie blassie,
george "the animal" steele,haystacks calhoun
and gorilla monsoon
still reside...}

It got so popular they added a tower...

later

progress reported

and two new hotels in the city center nearly put it down.

New owners took charge-converted the high-rise into apartments

come live-with all hotel amenities included:

he moved in.



Since Jack was in the city that does not sleep...

he thought he should take a stay

"I am not going to work today".

instead- pool side

(tho' it was a grey,overcast day)

{he had the place to himself}

his boom box

a little Tom Petty

a beach towel

a tablet and quill...

come what will.

out of the entrance

came a man

thought he knew him from his farmer's tan

he came closer...

"hello, mr. zimmerman"

he chuckled.

walked around the pool

and sat across ...

(without a soul to bare witness)

he thought of "subterranean homesick blues"

a method of writing that attempts to exhaust rhyme schemes to death

"let's give it a shot"

he thought, "why not"


he picked up his pen

"if not now, when?"...