Poetry Night III

This is the third night I've read my poetry at Sky Cafe. It's a good venue, albeit a small one. We do get a few curious people who walk in off the Boardwalk and listen to our regular crew. Tonight we had two comedians, two musicians and me, the lone poet. I read five of my poems: "To the Russian Girl on the Boardwalk", "My Beautiful Distraction", "Cancer", "Old Souls Die Young" and "Phone Call to Karen". The poems this week were very heavy and serious. Uncle Milt, one of the comedians, remarked how I write "good stuff" and seemed impressed. I'm reading a lot more poetry and I'm oddly inspired lately. I'm reading T.S. Eliot, Anne Sexton, Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams. Each a different style, each one a master at their craft.