Cleaning Mirrors Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I, cannot do (20)lines
But I can do; three in Vegas!
The stretch satisfied that itch.
Nothing best, comes without that
slammed steel door test!
You feel the reverb right down
to your sweat soaked toes…
if you are new-comin-in!
the returns and long timers laugh
‘another son' bites the dust!
World outside that of choices
no one makes the better ones
where they hail from…
about those (20)lines…
I gave it a good shot!
Lost my ‘center' about line (12)
that is when my ‘eyes' closed!
The remaining lines did not count
as "lines"! I licked the mirror clean! ! !