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| 17th Street Santa Ana, 2014 |
Poem 25-09-14
Those trailing times I have made
Aimless described
Along sidewalks the men that made them never tread
Crafted three square feet at a time
Designed with a quick slide of a pencil across a ruler
Utilitarian of all things utility
Do men really walk in such straight lines as these? I will admit they do little to aspire.
And I drive as aimlessly
Music is my companion
Music is my companion
Underscoring the lack of drama on
any one of those nights
Perhaps that is what jazz is
A backdrop to blurry lights
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| Santa Ana Side Street, 2014 |
The underpinning of late night
Dinners in diners where the clatter
of plates and metal make a music
That no one is awake enough to care
I barely make it out
And only in time for the bleary
Eyed fossil hands me the check
Without a word
It is pedantic as the food that is made
like the sidewalk
But the coffee is delicious and
why I come.
And the road ahead!
It curves and bends following the contour of the ocean's edge.
There's the thrill!
There's the jazz. ///////
And the road ahead!
It curves and bends following the contour of the ocean's edge.
There's the thrill!
There's the jazz. ///////
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| Hollywood Blvd, Facing West from the Pig, 2014 |
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