To the woman at the Red Edge Motel by Tom Chandler
To the woman at the Red Edge Motel
Tom ChandlerSome tourist of love
in his cheap suit of longing
will elbow the bar
in the lounge of no last names,
dip his cuff accidentally
in your seven & seven
and ask you to dance
to the faint moan of muzak,
perfume your earrings
with breath mints and gin
as the lights grow yet dimmer
as his hand on the switch
hovers inches away
from the slick red edge
of your hungover heart
with its faded no vacancy sign.
MARGINALIA
I like Tom Chandler.
ABOUT TOM CHANDLER
Tom Chandler is poet laureate of Rhode Island emeritus. He has been named Phi Beta Kappa Poet at Brown University and has been a featured poet at the Robert Frost homestead. His poems have been read by Garrison Keillor on National Public Radio on several occasions. His newest book of poems is Toy Firing Squad. (Source)
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