at the grocery store one clerk and two women
stand around  a cart,  talking in the doorway,
either Dylan’s The Times They Are A-Changing
was not translated into Italian,  or they didn’t care
“don’t stand in the doorway, don’t  block up the hall” -  they do, 
they make a habit of it,   when tired,  they look for doorways.  
there is a busy street, heavy traffic, buses, a church 
steps in front leading to a two foot wide sidewalk, then traffic.
there,  directly in front of the church,
in the center of the tiny walkway
a mature woman stops to dig, dig and dig  for 
something deep, deep  in the bottom of her purse
if i said anything she’d be surprised she blocked the way.
so either  i  wait and prey  in front of the house of God 
that she finishes and moves on,
or i can just go to hell and wait there
Monday, November 17, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

2 comments:
This is great - especially as I'm a music person, and often run lines of lyrics through my head to match a situation. And thanks for the weather from Rome and Ohio-by-extension in your comment on mine; snow it is! Or, was.
Wow! Love the way the last line comes in and the Bob Dylan reference!
Post a Comment