Atlantic City
dawn corrigan
I'd wanted to sing
about a man recalling his words
it's probably best I forget
when you're nervous pretend everyone
in a long black line
angled to the side between free parking
and a beating she took violin lessons
for five years the violin looked like
sunburned tenants know
to shun when drunk only five streets wide
in the stall of a ladies room
from the ground sometimes once in awhile
the Atlantic shrinks
a young man takes his girl for a ride
O stars who doesn't share your joy
stand before a mirror you might catch
sight of the blue sky
the walls are colored yellow tourists
can't tell the difference she never
neglects mirrors he's signing his name
