COCO SINATRA
….
No one walking but me
on a rainy Tuesday, walking
all the way to Helmsman
…..
No one on the patio but me
and my dripping umbrella
folded like bat wings
….
No one chuckling but me
when I see what the brewer
concocted this month–
….
Coco Sinatra, an agave
dream, diamonds dipped
in suntan oil
….
that first chilly sip of martini
a dusting of bright desert stars
as I am flown, to the moon
….
This poem is from the chapbook COCO SINATRA by Laurie Barton (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/coco-sinatra-by-laurie-barton/
Laurie Barton is a Pushcart Prize nominee, Best of the Net finalist, and winner of the New Southerner Literary Prize in Poetry. Her work has appeared in juked, Glass, Bending Genres, Lunch Ticket, Jabberwock Review and Snakeskin UK. She lives in southern California and teaches English to speakers of other languages.
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