On Becoming Immortal
A man- white, fifties
sun-soaked leather skin
aviators, a $5 baseball hat
black mesh tank, pleather kilt
sings “Teach Me How To Dougie"
and dances for strangers
and yells, with tears
“I’m asking for a dollar here
not five. Now fucking pay me!"
This happened and this poem
serves as a record
for fifty years from now
when my children divide
my belongings and come across
this notebook of poems
they will know of one more thing
that made their father laugh
and this man will
again entertain
They may not know his name
but generations from now
they will know he existed