poem of the day 10.22.12

erik satie

this guy at the end of the bar

wants to talk about erik satie

on new year’s day

doesn’t he understand

that we have to get through

another 365 of these?

366 this year

and i think the person

who invented the leap year

should’ve been hanged

but there’s probably

a statue to him somewhere in europe

still this guy at the end of the bar

is going on about satie

because someone played satie in this joint

just in case

you don’t know who erik satie is

well, he’s a musican

and he knew debussy and ravel

i’d read somewhere

that picasso banged one of his women

i like to put a little bit of satie on

on sunday night, when i’m drunk on red wine

and suicidal about the coming work week

and this guy is telling anyone who will listen

what a genius satie was

how the music satie made

people are still trying to figure out

this guy at the end of the bar

is a musician and a dj

(of course he is)

he probably loves a leap year

because it gives him one more day

to infect someone with his bullshit

and he says that when

he’s jamming with others

he’ll drop a little bit of satie on them

and just blow them away

he tells the bartender

that no other pop or rock musician has ever

caught on to the brilliance of erik satie

except steve hackett, i say

of genesis

this guy at the end of the bar

looks at me as if i just pissed in his beer

i forgot about him, he finally says

then we are all silent

as erik satie gives way

to a chuck berry song

and i think

that this might not be

such a long year

after all.