hiding under the overhang, i debate
the distinction between plain old buildings and famous movie sets.
gozer headquarters masquerades as a federal courthouse.
like philly using new york's fake id.
a woman coughs and spits
next to the decay that used to be a suit store.
walls that once screamed with color are silenced by bank
advertisements shellacked across windows.
a lamp reminisces about
34 long and skinny shirts,
ties and fedoras,
jewel tones and feathers.
a line of ignored newspaper boxes guards the street corner,
my dog likes to pee on them.
the clanging of metal spatulas
dumps bacon musk into the air from a food cart.
the woman coughs again
and the sidewalk shakes the sound away.
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2 comments:
Glad you're back to blogging...and now with more poetry!
thanks buddy! it feels good to be back.
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