The East Coast Foxtrot

Philadelphia left me 
With a pill box in my pocket 
And Chinese Laundromat smell 
In my hair.

Yahima said, “Wind brings waves!”

So I tossed my electric heater in the fish tank.

The fish survived,
But what happened to us?

You’re probably snoring your way to Jersey,

Or somewhere less exciting 
Than my bedroom.

My humming bedroom--

Where the sparks blaze 
And the fish dance.