George Shaw

Louis Armstrong played
on the moon; one giant
note for mankind
it was an A
like my essay
On You -
on earth, clouds in my coffee
some slipping over
the meniscus, filmy nimbuses,
swish, they go:
from space also, a niagara
of asteroids pouring down
into the troubled waters
sweet boulders
crash
destroying an epoch – Caspar Friedrich
clearing the tables
in three four time
with Carly and Art and Paul
at envy’s table
eating their hearts
and you go by
heading to me
on this day
In 1993