Tragic Cardigan
Now it’s time
To let your paunch
Lay low
In your
Grandfather’s sweater.
Take off the tight
Italian leather shoes
Surrender to
The ratty
vagrant slippers.
You are febrile
In your frumpiness.
You try to muffle
The invective
In your head,
“ Old Man—shake a leg!”
And you would
If it wasn’t so
Painful.
Now put enough pens—
Perhaps a pipe or two
The overdue phone bill
Gnarled pencils in its
Deep , sagging pockets
Perhaps sip a well-timed
Scotch
And disappear
On a wave
With
Miles Davis.
Don’t worry
No one will
Notice…
- © Doug Holder 2022
Doug Holder teaches Creative Writing at Endicott College outside of Boston. His poetry and prose have appeared widely in the small press.
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