Shaved Head And Great Legs
By Lawrence Miles
No Kundera
No Hamsun
No Bukowski
No Fante
So I go with Kerouac
And while waiting to checkout
There she is
Her back to me
Looking at the new arrivals
I hardly notice her neatly shaved head
Because my eyes had moved past
The dirty denim jacket
To the blue polka-dot skirt clinging to
The best pair of legs I've seen all day
She knew it
I knew it
The whole damn library knew it
I am straining to look at her as she
Maneuvers around the shelf
Nobody says anything because it's a library
I am checked out
She is gone
I have The Dharma Bums
Dedicated to her.
-- Lawrence Miles