To Mr. Roger Waters
"Mr. Waters" I said as I gave you the letter,
outside Radio City, as you arrived for your show;
a verse some would think cryptic, calligraphed by hand,
more than twenty-five years ago.
"All form and no substance: Why?
"If you keep giving us only a show
"we are going to stop going.
"Is that what you really want?"
You offered no pretense; My
Letter opened and read and reread before
seeing each other seeing
the elevator doors excluded my gaze from your thoughts
Since communication, if honest, is surely a treasure
(& since soon both of us will be dead)
I am asking to meet with you -- but not as a fan:
I ask you as poet instead.