Blue Shirt - a poem

for Kim Michelle Coakley

i let the music play loud through my headphones
let the sound of the world dissipate in the wake
of a drummer
- his base pedal at the base of my spine -
of a singer
- his voice echoes in a dome -
and fall asleep to dream only to rise
to wake
- with a cat on my stomach -
from some sugar induced hangover
and all i can see when i open my eyes
is the cat on my stomach
and a man standing beside me
and all i can see when i close my eyes
is the blue shirt he wares.