Poem Inspired by Music

The room is a mess clothes scattered about given life by the wind blowing from the open window I have a map of the world but it doesn't make sense Do desert beaches exist? Two teenagers in love montages and slow motion somewhere in the deserts of Africa cloudy pink skies beneath a broken traffic light empty four way intersection a car sits inside are two people, it is assumed red, green, red, green indecipherable shadows are cast upon the foggy windows the streets are moistened by drizzle (I got this from a movie somewhere) It was a good night white wine Spanish maids swerving on an empty interstate they're throwing money out the window it's caught by the wind he's wearing a Hawaiian shirt red with yellow palm trees sitting on his roof decked in all white champagne in hand that night, he falls off the ledge ballerina dances on a stripper's pole she resembles me red violets, teals, blues at the hotel shaggy carpeting yellow crown molding and artificial plants winding roads in the middle of the Sahara the clouds look hopeful the balding taxi driver does not return my gaze 8:30 the clock says, but night or day? a woman gunshot in a bodega her eyes beg to say something she can't as she dies in her lover’s arms red and white pom-poms cigarettes behind the stadium it's football season in late summer of 1960-something recollection of memories I don't want to recall I regret you