I Will Not Give You Back Your Drumset

I’ve just learned the shuffle beat from ‘Rosanna’ and am not taking your calls. Never lend someone anything you hope to see again, is what I always say. How could you know I’d get a gig in a cover band playing Saturday nights at the little bar near where your girlfriend lives. My ex-wife. I close my eyes and let my sticks do my feeling, love songs and blues, and every now and again I open them, hoping to see her at a table in the front, drinking a beer, ready to make a deal.

This first appeared in a journal called Prose Poetry, which has gone the way of many online literary journals.