A Night At The Rainbow Room

A God Who Is A Man
last night
was like most nights
spent out in pursuit
of late night living.
our final destination
was one of infamy.
not so much for the place
as much as for the man
who can be found there.
he is someone mythologized
and respected
for having made it so long
living his life in the only way
he has seen fit to live.
we walk in and see him at a table
outside with a few women.
we go inside to the crushing sound
of words enabled by alcohol
and the heat of so many
bodies all pressed against each other
hoping to absorb some of the
magic of years gone by on
this famous street.
the wreckage of the last few decades
of musicians could be found here
in an overabundance.
we milled about until we found
a space where we could converse.
soon enough
the lights came on and last call
was announced.
we walk outside
and see this god
talking to a different woman.
the two of them just sitting there
speaking like any other pair of people there.
we make leave down the street
and enter the few remaining
businesses open at this late hour.
we share some history which has led to
that present moment.
on the way back to our car
who do we see heading in the same
direction as we?
the god.
he was now by himself
walking across the street.
he walked by us
and then down that side street
all by himself,
disappearing into the night
no more a god but merely
a man
just as human as we.