What I got, what I lack

I got my book of riffs,
My bebop hat
Stuffed on my head
What I lack is bread

I got the skinny pants
I drive my Mini past
The twilight boulevard
What I lack is gas, man

What I lack is class, man
The mojo ain’t workin’
The jerky aint jerkin’

What I lack is a clue

Aldo

Aldo was a character in a series of commercials for cheap Italian wine some years ago. A character who needed development, I thought.

Aldo, not a slave to fashion,
Walks in, enslaving fashion
In a prison of gestures,
In a sly looking-glass wink,
As if none of it matters
Except that it does.

As if the curious drape
Of his gaze did not encase
His inner essence
Like a gilded cage

Aldo, little Aldo
Peers through filigreed wiles,
Unaware of the stifling air
Within.