maybe

maybe you'll
go down to the local
watering
hole on M street
and see
what's going on.
see if dixie
is still behind
the bar.
see if
the dj
is still playing
Alison
by Elvis Costello.
maybe the girl
whose name you never
knew is
sitting there
still nursing
that cosmo.
sitting there with
a pack of
cigarettes,
blowing smoke
into the dark
ceiling, giving
you a wave
as you take off
your leather coat.
maybe you'll
throw your coat
around a bar stool
the one you
always sat at
dave on the left,
josh on the right
delman out
on the dance floor.
Dixie will have
a cold miller
light, in a bottle,
the top
off, waiting
for you as if
thirty years had
never gone by.
maybe.