Cool don’t live here
No more
Cool left like
Yesterday’s headline
Cool left like yesterday’s model,
Like the B-side of a record that
Never got played
Cool came and went
And in the breeze of
Coolness the cool
Disappeared
Cool used to show up
In the morning and
Stay a while
Now the morning don’t
Even show its face
And cool doesn’t either
Cool was in the empty
Breezes between words
when nods and the span
of an arched eyebrow filled
in what connected us
cool would show up
with a spare key
when you were locked out
cool don’t live
here no more
cool said good morning
cool shook your
hand, a coming together
of finger/palm prints
that told our story in
the unsaid cool that
you only had to feel
cool don’t live
here no more
cool done packed
up, took a hike,
packed up and said it
was time to leave it
alone
Cool took the
A through Z train
Out of here, one
Straight shot
Rest in
Peace
© 2014 Tony Robles