Tim Botta
Entourage
New Poems From the USA

 

1.

They arrive at evening, my entourage,
wearing a night kind of camouflage
and led by a girl intrigued with espionage
to this bar like a garage
to hear me sing of women and their décolletage.

2.

It’s a lot like the way the earth appeared from space
in old movies: cloudless like a classroom globe.