Kevin Pilkington

STAN GETZ IN THE REFRIGERATOR

The heatwave has been breaking

records all week so to play it safe

I keep my vinyl jazz albums in

the refrigerator. Miles Davis is behind

the milk, Stan Getz near the butter.

My apartment is cool enough for now

with the A/C set on a temperature

somewhere between my two ex-wives

and a brother I haven’t seen in years.

 

I look out the window and notice

a priest standing at the bus stop

in his black suit and white collar

resembling a pint of Guinness. A woman

in high heels holds an umbrella

the size of a dinner plate over her head.

Even though I can’t see her face

I recognize her since she still dresses

like a novel. Either I once slept

with her or she slept with me.

 

There’s a traffic jam on First Avenue

with yellow cabs stuck in it

like half a dozen eggs and just another way

the city stays hungry. It must

be the construction a few blocks

north causing the back up. I can see

a cloud got caught on the long arm

of a crane that now looks dry, out of water

and hangs from it like a white rag.

 

Sirens from a fire truck tries making

its way uptown through the traffic,

each car crawling out of the way and almost

mounting the car in front of it like

animals on Wild Kingdom. The siren

gets louder as it gets closer, reminding

me how I was once on fire when I first

moved here, a blaze no one could put out.

 

First Avenue like every other street in the city

has become a skillet. Those cabs are now an omelet,

the sidewalks strips of bacon and it all

goes with a side of toast. That’s why I’m

just trying to keep my place cool. In

a couple of minutes it will be

cool as Sinatra backed up by the Basie

band in front of a sold-out room at

the Sands. That’s how cool I want it,

even if it means bringing 1966 all the way

back around again.

 

Kevin Pilkington is a member of the writing faculty at Sarah Lawrence College.  He is the author of nine collections: Spare Change was the La Jolla Poets Press National Book Award winner; Getting By won the Ledge chapbook award; In the Eyes of a Dog received the New York Book Festival Award; The Unemployed Man Who Became a Tree was a Milt Kessler Poetry Book Award finalist.  His poetry has appeared in many anthologies including: Birthday Poems: A Celebration, Western Wind, and Contemporary Poetry of New England.  Over the years, he has been nominated for four Pushcarts... Full Profile