Writings / Poetry

Hemmingway’s Bistro, Oak Park, Illinois

Stephen Brockwell

Maples in Oak Park Illinois: their keys spin
like the finger of a girl obsessively twirling a strand
of brown hair while reading a hardbound book
or watching cartoons on the tube.

Wisconsin venison tastes as good as it sounds:
fattened with grain, it lacks that gamey tang
but butters the teeth with blood, pepper and marsala wine.
If this country stopped coddling its youth like meat

how happy the world would be: the lovely
babies laughing in Kirkuk, the Roma
dancing in Prague, the Innu throat-singing
in Madison, the Sunni spinning in Trieste.

Garcon, Peter, you fled Krakov for Chicago.
What broken man or woman did you abandon via Paris
for this Nation of occasional courtesy, fine wines,
V8 boneyards and ambitious health insurance saleswomen?

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