In school
I played little parts
The Iceman Cometh
Our Town
I lost my old tweed coat that I had then
It didn’t fit anyhow
Now I have a fiber insulated coat someone gave me
After the close we would all hug and cry and feel sad
It was an intimate thing, a very new thing

Myer walks around the block every morning
He is one of the ones who will die here
He walks and cries, cries and walks
We would write our names on the back of the scrim
Take turns and use the same pen
Peggy wanted to have sex with me
But I was too shy or something

There is one guy who is taller than I am
He works the line of cars on Wentworth street
He can play the piano like anything
Sometimes Parker lets him in the lobby of the
Regency and he plays the white baby grand
Always that sad song about a small grove of trees
And we all are sad and then there is Myer the crier
Walking by the big window, looking down

One time they stopped me on the street and
Asked for some ID and what was I doing
I explained how I lost my upper plate
So I couldn’t say any word with an S in it
They brought me back here
Everybody brings me back here
Near a small grove of trees.