Poetry by Howie Good

Lost Jacket Blues

The last time I saw it
it was stepping off

the curb between
two parked cars

in Cleveland,
its pockets empty

but for her hands,

its top button loose
and dangling

like the head
of a hanged Nazi,

though others swear
they’ve since

seen it from behind
and in the somber

company of rain,
notwithstanding which

I miss it, sometimes.

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One response to “Poetry by Howie Good

  1. Great to read you here too Howie, loved the simplicity yet complexity of this piece digging deeper. My fave lines…

    “seen it from behind
    and in the somber

    company of rain,”

    Great read!
    R Jay

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