Carly Simon 
   plies the night
With sexual
   insight that I
Consume with 
   hungry
      lonely
         memories
Of Boston summer sweat
And subways
   often met
      with empty 
Hearted zombies
Taking seats 
And swimming through
   the pleats in urban
      crowded streets
With broken souls
In search of 
Mystic roles
   to play
      in someone else's
          tragedy

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr