At Ruby Tuesday’s

Lincoln Statue

At Ruby Tuesday’s

(A Poem for National Poetry Month)

At Ruby Tuesday’s

The handle on the exterior door is worn

Of its bronze coating,

The patina rubbed away

By countless hands

Over the years.

I am reminded of Lincoln’s nose

Of his statue at his tomb.

Tourists rub it for good luck.

It’s too late to give Lincoln

Any kind of luck at all,

Much less good

And I can’t think of the two rubbings

Together,

The one from people in search of food

And the other from people in search of

Any kind of luck at all.

 

Dan Verner

April 1, 2019

 

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