the empty glass

the blues
coming out of the zoo
bar
are for the zoo girl
who lived
in the apartment above
for many years.
she packed her
bags and left.
listen to the sax,
that tells
the whole story.
the soft tap of the snare
drum,
the deep pluck
of bass strings.
the stool with her name
on it
spins empty.
the glass she drank
from
too.
her lovers are gone
as well,
each to some other place,
taking
so much of her
with them, but the blues
in her sanctuary
play on.