he’s got
dark
tenement windows
on ninth street,
peeled plaster
on the walls,
a bedroom,
a bath,
a refrigerator
with two
mouldy pears
sitting in a bowl on top…
a beat-up
Philco TV
that picks up channel 29
when the weather’s right.
and the glory
of his life
is
this cute
little Puerto Rican girl
he calls Jack Daniels,
because
she goes down
real
real smooth.