Monday, April 4, 2011

PARCHED POETS

riding a bus North of San Joaquin
on a lost dry highway
somewhere near nowhere
heading towards Dos Palos
searching for words off the beaten track
on the beatnik path
always finding the lost highway
missing the hidden metaphor cafe

stopping at the Backstreet Bar in Dos Palos
strapped for cash
we leave the bus
old men in their fedoras without feathers
young ladies in long dresses without stilettos
beat poets running towards the bar
for another poetry reading
more whiskey

2 comments:

Erin Davis said...

Wonderful! I'd like to find that "hidden metaphor cafe" myself. I'm sure it'd do me good.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

Hi Wayne, 'more whiskey' sounds good!