The classifieds say that landscapers
are needed all over the city.
A ninety-nine cent candle blues
the room as Zappa plays
“That ol’ G minor Thing Again.”

From the wall a shadowed jester
glares defiant.  Half-hidden
behind a half-removed beige mask.
He knows his sneer is what will be
as Zappa solos in G minor
chromatically.

Perfect time is a statistic:
The jester will sneer into yellow.
The blueglass candle will burn
for seven days they say;
The classifieds and Zappa do
that ol’ G minor thing again.

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Written back in 1989.  One of the first real successes (minor though it may be) at marrying language with ideas.  Every time I re-type it, it gets revised slightly.

Ta,