Tag gets 'er done

Well, we got Dan McTaggart's book in...it should become available late next week (and, at that point, I will make sure to include it in the City of Legends' bookstore, with his assent). MIDNIGHT MUSE IN A CONVENIENCE STORE is the book of poetry for guys who don't normally read poetry...it connects with a slice of American life, with a genre of reader, not considered by many to be poetry readers: Guys who wear ballcaps indoors and buy beer the first thing in the morning...you know, the "My Name is Earl" set.

That's a little exaggerated, but it carries the thistledown of truth...this is blue collar poetry, about working the register at midnight in a rural gas station when a pretty girl saunters in (I love it when they saunter) from out of nowhere to buy a gallon of milk, resplendent in her sun dress. The tableau of the crowd at a local diner as the waitress does her "bigger tip" flirt with the guy on his third cup of coffee. The sound of the night breeze through the broken window of an old barn. Poetry on a street corner where Whitman and Bukowski might encounter one another and nod a familiar smile.

It will look impressive, thrown carelessly on the back seat of your Chevy, when the girl in the cutoff shorts and tube top climbs in. She'll be impressed you read poetry and probably reward you for your "sensitivity". Repeatedly.

I'm still waiting for a couple of questions to finish my quest for good questions to answer...whassamatter, everyone runing dry? C'mon...let me hear it, let me have it, you know you're dying to ask, and I'm dying to answer...