Poetry of Issue #7        Page 26

THE OLD REGULARS LONG GONE

I don’t know why I thought of you
this rainy night
so far removed from the city
there were ghosts in the air
                                     space and time disappeared
and you long gone

I was sitting here quiet upstate
the trees newly leafed suddenly
I remembered                                       this feeling when
there were men so sad they didn’t know it
the talk the pints
space and time disappeared
and each man to his own memory
around closing time
when a lone tenor voice
would sing

  Gregg Weatherby