Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Poem: Hotel Room

So this is what it's like to be famous

A blurb review in The New York Times
Some royalty checks
And people I've never met wanting to talk to me

And now a hotel room in San Francisco

I heard they talked about me on a TV program
but I don't know which one
or who was talking

I've never owned a TV

I suppose I could afford one now
but if I spent my time watching TV
where would I find the time to write you these poems?

It's a nice hotel room I guess
It might be the nicest room I've ever been welcome to sleep in
Although that isn't saying much

One hundred people bought tickets
to hear me read the poems I wrote for you
and the organizers gave me bottles of fancy beer
and bought me a sandwich
and gave me another check
and drove me to this hotel room

and now I'm in a hotel room
and I guess this is San Francisco
and I guess this is what it's like to be famous

it's being all alone
in a nicer room.


(Jerry's novel Among the Humans is available now.)

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Poem: Last Night

I admit I've been think about you lately
but that is nothing new

all that changes is what I think about
when I think about you

I've been thinking about the last night
and what I said
and what you said
and what I could have said
and what you would have said

and what could have happened
if everything went differently

then instead of being the last night
it could have been the first

I could have told you we could go away
somewhere new where nothing mattered

I would write poems
and you would paint pictures

you would paint pictures of me writing poems about you
and I would write poems about you painting pictures of me

but there is no such place
and there is no such time

where we can be just us

and as much as I like to dream
about different possibilities

I still have to admit
that I know
what your answer would have been.


-Jerry the Bird (1976)

Jerry's novel "Among the Humans" is available now!