the Orpheum was the place
to be on Saturday afternoons
with the heat and the stale buttered vapors
seats made of coils some stuffing and velvet
were a dollar 25 each for a matinee with Bruce Lee
dragons and fists delayed come backs and flying weapons
id sit in the dark tootsie rolls melting in my palms
waiting for my Da to bet on his horses
and roll with one of his Misses
during intermission id turn my head round
and was quickly turned to stone by the shine
of the projector and then the lights would
kneel down and welcome Charles Bronson
with the guns and the cars and the wishes
once upon a time


