FALL 2009

Virgil Suarez


With a heavy duffel bag in hand climbs
down the steps of a greyhound bus
from Memphis, his hair smoothed back.

His lips recoil from the cold of this spring
morning, his up-turned collar guards
his throat. The King hides in the crowd

of passengers waiting to gather their stuff
from the bowels of this silver tin whale:
I am Ishmael. I am Jonah. I am Elvis.

King Love, a transient ex-doctor from Egypt
is there to greet him, and Hart Crane lights
a cigarette, thinks of bridges. This is so final

a stop. Jimmy Dean is there, so is Lenny Bruce,
and when Elvis fixes his eyes on Marylin,
he wants to ask what has taken so long

so long for this last gathering before the music,
the laughter, the crying stops for good, and Elvis
sighs and a flock of grey pigeons scattershot

heavenward, fly up to the telephone wires
where news is coming in that everybody
knows that Tallahassee is where the dead gather,

This final destination for a bus called Greatness.

Virgil Suarez is at work on a new collection of poems titled INDIGO. When he is not writing he is out riding his motorcycle up and down the great Blue Highways
of the United States. He lives with his family in Florida, where he makes a home in Key Biscayne.




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