it's been twenty thousand days since the best ones    hotels, plastic sheets   tasteless food, dialysis machines   the telephone hasn't rung since april   staring windows, ballroom jokes   resperators, kidney stones      neon skies open up    three saturdays a month   the air in uptown swells   the windowpanes can go to hell      slow summer walking through a bad neighborhood    toothless smiles renew ventricles   the radio is live   the listeners have found their reason   the phone hasn't rung since april    the music turns alone into home