Tuesday, Double Feature, $1.50

When the shifting dust beam stops
illuminating the silver screen
and the lights come up slow

Let out
the ancient blushes
the awkward rolling
of credits and red carpet
kernels, Coke, Milk Duds
shameful dilated eyes
sleepy, heavy, tired, eyes

Let out
into the quiet downtown night
dreaming historic main street
men alone and running to cars
couples’ quick cold stroll towards
the defroster
the hard vinyl
another dark theatre
with dual action wipers
silver screen windshield
engine running, vapors exchanging
again
but seen
this time

Let out
ancient blushes
covered by night
and defrost fans
fizzing up two spines
in a carbonated cab.