"Band of Outsiders"

caught them playing
at Tacheles
sometime in the winter
air was tight
their drumkit
I smoked Poznanskie
and gazed at the projected abyss
as if my music, my words
were coming out of the speakers
in German
specific smell of vanilla joints
that godly wave of freshness
circled among us
their singer
she had great jacket and stockings
could've been me/mine/her moment
two dates before
their guitarist
a blazely trio on a Berlin afternoon
locale sketched
on moon napkins
we should really go to sleep
I thought to my girl, and she nodded
comprehensibly from behind her lashes
that yes, the band of outsiders
is over
before their bassist
yawns
and dusts off that expensive cigar
on his amp
now, the show begins
for the rest of the bar
it's open!