The Jazz in the Background

The jazz
In the background
Enters my
Forehead

And I
Whimsically ponder
The
Relevancy of
Foucault;

I miss Mexico City
And the
Bells
From the temple;

I miss autumn
In Guanajuato
And the
Resonance

Of the arroyo.

I think
The combination
Of caffeine
& wine
& cigarettes
Is not sitting well—

I’m through
Blaming
The moon

And the memory
Of you.