heavy jackets abound, zip 'em
this grey day soaking mystery
hats on, umbrellas out and up
collars furry snug an' high
walkin' wrapped an' head down,
dampened sound, scarves tight around
through slush against wind chill we are
wading, by shops closed, traffic’s light
an’s only past noon by the clock
look ahead, more’s on the way
just you wait wait until tonight an' dark,
o'course we fear tomorrow’d be a similar day.
continued:
it snowed last night, a bit and cold.
many out walking taking photos
no snow falling now, enough we have
Rome is freezing, closed for the day.
Friday, February 03, 2012
Thursday, February 02, 2012
in the key of life
i heard the marching band go down the street
the school’s a block over
i’m reading, thinking while upstairs a worker
finishes, hopefully, tile in the bathroom
some pictures, i see where i could hang a few
overall the old house is coming along
this the second year sharing life with contractors
give us a break, wrap it up, how much can we take?
not writing enough everyday has me off pace
though the year rolls warm and friendly
i note 67 creeping my back stairs
you can find out how old is some day
nights i dream of things to write
instead of getting up to make notes
i sleep thru and tell myself i’ll remember
you know, those distant trains hardly wake me anymore
the school’s a block over
i’m reading, thinking while upstairs a worker
finishes, hopefully, tile in the bathroom
some pictures, i see where i could hang a few
overall the old house is coming along
this the second year sharing life with contractors
give us a break, wrap it up, how much can we take?
not writing enough everyday has me off pace
though the year rolls warm and friendly
i note 67 creeping my back stairs
you can find out how old is some day
nights i dream of things to write
instead of getting up to make notes
i sleep thru and tell myself i’ll remember
you know, those distant trains hardly wake me anymore
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
parking at all costs
walked our streets today
searching space where i may
move, not me, my vehicle, see,
so the car not far is going to be.
in this old town it’s tight, you know,
parking is a premium, so
if available, although it's free,
you need a card on your dash like me,
printed with the correct information
then authorities from the traffic station
can read i walked the walk, got papers and paid the price
to park near, all because i live here where it's rather nice.
searching space where i may
move, not me, my vehicle, see,
so the car not far is going to be.
in this old town it’s tight, you know,
parking is a premium, so
if available, although it's free,
you need a card on your dash like me,
printed with the correct information
then authorities from the traffic station
can read i walked the walk, got papers and paid the price
to park near, all because i live here where it's rather nice.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
January squeeze
‘bout squeezed all the January
we’re goin’a get out of this one;
can’t cut off some of the rind;
no scent left to save for later.
so did you use
this month as expected,
‘bout how you wanted it to unfold,
or did you even think ahead at all?
planning goes right fine along,
neigh on to a point, and then,
there’s an amount of stuff,
call it stuff, that just happens.
here's when best wishes come in,
so figure what you goin'a do;
cha-cha right into another month.
Mr. Fate is following you.
we’re goin’a get out of this one;
can’t cut off some of the rind;
no scent left to save for later.
so did you use
this month as expected,
‘bout how you wanted it to unfold,
or did you even think ahead at all?
planning goes right fine along,
neigh on to a point, and then,
there’s an amount of stuff,
call it stuff, that just happens.
here's when best wishes come in,
so figure what you goin'a do;
cha-cha right into another month.
Mr. Fate is following you.
Monday, January 30, 2012
gold country
was long ago,
did i really live there,
San Francisco?
like wine don’t you?
other fog may be thick,
in San Fran it’s romantic.
morning sun on the golden gate
where red/orange is the color.
how about all those boats on the bay!
lived on one ten years with our cat,
and the U.S. navy flying over in jets
putting on a show. mind if they roar?
hi Karl Malden window shopping Maiden Lane.
a store with a little outdoor food festival
in front of the radio station where i worked
my young son asked if it was a fish fry?
M. thought the car parking too expensive
pulling into the lot she saw the sign:
seven dollars min.
waved me off saying not there, go, go.
no way
would we pay
seven dollars
a minute.
famous attorney Melvin Belli
sat in his devilishly wonderful old office
conspicuously on display downtown
with a large window for all to look in
don’t bother to wave at him
he’s working
so much more,
Tony Bennet on his birthday
at a table in the next room.
George Lucas at our agency party
and Something-to-do Bob
in the lot, crawling good morning
out from under his overturned skiff
chin up sincerely asking, “day do you have?”
friends and sea breeze
fresh out of the west.
all in gold country,
one i loved best
we loved it the best
did i really live there,
San Francisco?
like wine don’t you?
other fog may be thick,
in San Fran it’s romantic.
morning sun on the golden gate
where red/orange is the color.
how about all those boats on the bay!
lived on one ten years with our cat,
and the U.S. navy flying over in jets
putting on a show. mind if they roar?
hi Karl Malden window shopping Maiden Lane.
a store with a little outdoor food festival
in front of the radio station where i worked
my young son asked if it was a fish fry?
M. thought the car parking too expensive
pulling into the lot she saw the sign:
seven dollars min.
waved me off saying not there, go, go.
no way
would we pay
seven dollars
a minute.
famous attorney Melvin Belli
sat in his devilishly wonderful old office
conspicuously on display downtown
with a large window for all to look in
don’t bother to wave at him
he’s working
so much more,
Tony Bennet on his birthday
at a table in the next room.
George Lucas at our agency party
and Something-to-do Bob
in the lot, crawling good morning
out from under his overturned skiff
chin up sincerely asking, “day do you have?”
friends and sea breeze
fresh out of the west.
all in gold country,
one i loved best
we loved it the best
Sunday, January 29, 2012
phone message
this is harsh.
get ready to boo.
now this volley
could be aimed at you.
you are annoying
if you have a phone message
with everything on it
except your name.
why hide your name, i have your number?
and don’t repeat the number i dialed.
i know that part already. what i need to know
is if the person i called is there.
how can i leave word with an unknown?
i won’t leave a message
so someone can call back to say
i left word at the wrong number.
if I call you i want the message
to tell me it is you, right away,
or - no message for you.
now have a nice day.
an if i ever have a job
where i have to call and tell you
you won an enormous amount of money
and you don’t have your name on the message
i’ll hang up,
leave my station,
quit the job , pocket your cash
and take a long vacation.
get ready to boo.
now this volley
could be aimed at you.
you are annoying
if you have a phone message
with everything on it
except your name.
why hide your name, i have your number?
and don’t repeat the number i dialed.
i know that part already. what i need to know
is if the person i called is there.
how can i leave word with an unknown?
i won’t leave a message
so someone can call back to say
i left word at the wrong number.
if I call you i want the message
to tell me it is you, right away,
or - no message for you.
now have a nice day.
an if i ever have a job
where i have to call and tell you
you won an enormous amount of money
and you don’t have your name on the message
i’ll hang up,
leave my station,
quit the job , pocket your cash
and take a long vacation.
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