John Goosey

Over the Counter
The executive editor of Billboard magazine says it ain't possible

Fake glasses
looking through a two-way window I thought
it was
a one-way.

This is sad.

A middle-eastern circumference asks for identification.

A police officer wants to have a word
with you
in the corner of the gallery.

I leer over the counter, her straight teeth disgust,
but somehow
that sour-cream smile
contains a laughter
with which
I could dance.

John Goosey © 2009