jimmy ran out of the detox in his 
underwear.

in the corner of a room-
thinner now than he was when
the backyard poised in croquet
new jersey heat wave
and whit in the kitchen, like 1959.

there was the busride through iowa-
old man talking all texan
pulling in to denver sometime after supper.

it was dark and his girlfriend was there
to pick me up-
leaning on the wall and bloodshot.