High and low balls clatter together
on this table in the back
of an Italian restaurant in the South.
Paco exudes a realness
that none of the Yankee transplants
A girl named Keri whose dreams
I have filled
I leave alone, again. No surprise.
A clatter of words from past loves
fills my mind, my body
a pristine waste.
It'd be cool to have a woman here now.
A man needs one. ESPN takes her place.