Stanley Moss (June 21, 1925 -)
I’m sorry, exhausted, except for funds.
I wrote a check, the date October 18
without the year, to Theresa Monrose
for a hundred dollars, I did not write
the amount longhand.
My conversation with friends
is something like the way I wrote that check
when I try to tell what I owe them.
I don’t get it right, I leave off years,
the everyday debt made clear by saying
something like thank you,
in a handwritten letter.
Yes, I believe everyone’s
time of day or night is different.
I’m sure a poet I love,
who demanded punctuality,
never bounced a check.
When he died, age 66,
at the Altenburgerhof Hotel,
he did not pay his bill.
I guarantee the world will pay
for his empty Zimmer a hundred years.
I can’t get Siegfried’s Funeral March out of my ears.