50 year-old Rock Star

Milton will wear his silk underwear to work and wink at the girls by the water cooler whispering strange lyrics in their ears wondering if his record will play
if the DJ will open the letter
Milton sings in the shower
in the elevator
underneath the stairs
at the back of the ballpark
small town hero with a xylophone
strange little rock star
with a limp
marimba man in sixty nine degrees of stereo cool
quarter track tape
forgotten player
Milton sleeps in the buff
save for his mask
like Zorro without eyes
fifty years and wishing for a different life
fifty years and wishing for a wife
fifty years and
contemplating the ending
of his life