The Trinity

Charles
with his typewriter and bottles
a bluebird held hostage in his heart
all the women he wanted
all the jobs he didn't
and enough verse to soothe the madness

Joey
with his fist pumping in the air
long black hair draping over his shades
a heart so full of love that
even in his last days he told us
not to worry about him

Nina
with her piano
queen of the sad angels
her shivering voice come to earth
to shame the evil doers
and offer respite to the broken lonely hearts

in these three souls
i have found my church