Confession Over Mexican Dinner in a New Orleans Cafe

Well for once we were in the same time zone

When I invited you to join me for dinner

Though half the height of a continent lay

Flat between us. So you demurred, allowed

That you doubted we could find a midway

Point we would each find comfortable

To reach. 

And briefly, I thought of St. Louis

Whose monumental arching transcendence

Mocked my remembrance of us

With its knowing the truth of your doubt.

How, for want of a midway we could never find,

we will still be owing the other 

Some long postponed dance 

When the music fades and dies.

Ever insensate to the rhythm

of the opposing soul. 

Ever wishing burritos and beer 

Paired well with a decent dessert.

 © Philip Knight 2018