Monkey Joes for Consolation

Knock knock

Tap tap, bad PA system
Machine gun spraying bullets; trigger stuck on
Jackhammer on city streets
Sandblasting, bridge repair
buzzing alarm, like some commercial, industrial building before they
shut the gates and do a lock down
Barking dog, the persistent sound underneath

…sudden quiet

Knock, knock

Tap, tap, bad PA system
Machine gun spraying bullets
Incessant, jabbing
Barking dog
Buzzing alarm
Cold, breezy
Lamb’s wool earphones  
How many other ears have they been on?

The rubber squeeze thing in my hand.

Like an oversized ear syringe
“squeeze this if there’s a problem, I’ll come and get  you out”

I have a dot on my pelvic bone, close to the groin

I have been drawn on with a marker, injected by a large needle  
A doctor with thickly dense salt and pepper curly hair,
a tan face, a friendly manner
His shoes click back and forth on the cold floor
What kind of shoes are they
My toes are taped together

I promise myself some Monkey Joe consolation

Upon release from this sterile racket

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

…smell no evil
This place restores my reality  
Burlap bags of beans slumped
Against the counter – Samatra Brazil, La Pastora Tarrazi….
The scone is plump with chocolate chips,
coated with chunky sugar crystals
friendly stuffed monkeys everywhere

Ceiling fans whir quietly, like Nick’s café in Casablanca

The tin decorated ceiling is shades of beige, soft green, gold
Swirls of fleur de lis, filigree patterns
The young girls are sweet and helpful, nurturing
“let me warm your mug for you”
Hexagonal mocha floor tiles overall
with a white daisy like flower center,
six surrounding tiles, mocha latte

Soft worn wood, chairs and tables and counters

A giant grapevine wreath over the hearth
A monkey with white fur rimming it’s head
Reclines languidly on the wreath
Sanity restored.

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