For some inexplicable
reason
this next gig
has given me the jitters

not like it's stage fright
or the unpleasant delays
that never get you there
on time

not like the shimmering
blue night
but the eerie gut-feeling
that says
you'll never make it there
at all

a car crash
a fluke
bad coronaries
or the deep slicing
of your left index finger

like I did
just now

I'm day dreaming
hallucinating, perhaps
I'm miscalculating
like harmonic debris

I'm ok
I'm awake
still standing
here, in the kitchen

confused, parched
and hmmm....even hungry

Now, where did she
hide that salami?