Tribute to Kafka for Someone Taken -- Alan Dugan

I see George Plimpton and Truman Capote.

The party is going strong.
The doorbell rings. It’s
for someone named me.
I’m coming. I take
a last drink, a last
puff on a cigarette,
a last kiss at a girl,
and step into the hall,
                          bang,
shutting out the laughter. “Is
your name you?” “Yes.”
“Well come along then.”
“See here. See here. See here.”