in my dream
I’m at the ballpark
watching omaha royals
grind out another game

no-one here tonight is
in danger of a major league call-up
and down in kansas
george brett rests easy…

nighthawks are feeding
up in the floodlights
occasionally the wing of a bug
flickers to the ground

every now and then
the beer guy stops by
crooning away like frank
about the benefits of bud

fleeting moments
of excitement come along
when a foul ball
clatters into the bleachers

kids scurry around
chasing the prize
and some old guy
gets the ball and keeps it


I miss rosenblatt…