At the
Birds’ Bar
By
Juan
Mobili
It is mostly old timers in the
afternoon,
no one sings, but a robin always
slips a quarter
in the jukebox and plays “Summer
Wind”
by Frank Sinatra. A hummingbird
decides
he wants to buy me a drink, Bartender,
two double nectars on the rocks, please.
His feathers seem heavy on his
tiny spine,
almost ready to retire, but unsure
when the breeze will hint that
it is over,
unpreoccupied whether the flowers
will remember how much he cherished
them, or not.
Juan Pablo Mobili was
born in Buenos Aires and adopted by New York. His poems appeared or will be
appearing in The American Journal of Poetry, Hanging Loose,
South Florida Poetry Journal, Impspired (UK), The Wild Word
(Germany), and Otoliths (Australia), among others. His
work received an Honorable Mention from the International Human Rights Art
Festival, and multiple nominations for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the
Net. His chapbook, Contraband, was published this year.
Bernice Holtzman’s paintings and collages have appeared in shows at various
venues in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich
Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and
one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received.
