How did I know, Joe?
with your wounds highlighted
stains on your crumpled
summer seersucker--
How did I know, Joe?
hurling your angry invective
at the Spanish busboy
who prematurely cleared your table
crying
mourning the loss
of your cheap tabloid.
How did I know, Joe?
when you threatened to kill your elderly mother
who crully let you live rent free
at 53?
How didI know, Joe?
That you would be back on the locked ward
reciting your long resume
smiling at me pompously
then lowering your eyes
in childish shame.