sitting in
the parking lot
of a small town
newspaper
listening to
the soundtrack
to rocky horror
waiting for
someone to come
unlock the door
while lost in
the science fiction
double feature
a relic sitting
in a museum lot
two artifacts
long forgotten in
this modern rage
of building only
momentary monuments
as the past just
tickles away.

there will always
be someone reporting
the news once the
last newspaper dies
much the same as
there still is poetry
in a world where
all the real poets
are already long dead.