Remembering Charlie (9.11.06)

It’s five years since
the turbofan clatter, the sudden silence,
the loud report, the screams,
the gashed tower, the smoke,
then the flame, and the realization…

I like to imagine a time
when you, George and I
take the heavenly PATH
to celestial Hoboken, where,
at the bar of the cosmic Brass Rail,
we’ll sip ambrosial Berliner weisse.
This time, Brando will join us.