At The Leonard Cohen Concert In Austin, Texas
April 2, 2009

At the end of a schtick,
the famous poet:

a napkin full of guilt
is ignored tonight.

Trees afraid to lose their leaves
(he says) benefit no one,

but we borrow a cracked cup
to sleep in anyway,

and faraway in Brooklyn Heights,
darkening even more inside a knife,

and old whore recites the very poem
we thought was ours.