Monday, September 21, 2009

THE CHANGING SEASONS OF MY LIFE

Old spindles paint the sky

All projections from the times before

Colored floors

Glances from strangers eyes

Little Mexican girls jumping around

The girl with long coal hair

Down the isle leans back

To pour water down her throat

Business men finger fucking blackberries

Tourist scurry

At the sight of the next big scene

Hollywood can be such a dream

 

Down here under the city heat glare

Tunnels that stretch so far

From decades before

Plotted and planned

The city of angels landed

Long before I ever thought

Of any of this

 

My train arrives like an airplane

Screaming down the tube

Squeeling brakes

Just the moment it takes

To step inside

These sliding glass doors

 

Linoleum chocolate

Cupcake floors

Strangers scattered like litter

There’s a man

Passed out

Head bouncing gently on the glass

Priority seating for seniors

And disabled

Immediately I’m stabled

Into upside down bar stools

Hanging from the ceilings

The loud-speaker mumbles

In seconds I’m humbled

At the sight of our public transportation

 

Takes me back to Europe in a flash

Dancing through Paris with cash

Was just like a dream

I remember 19

Holding hands next to the Seine

With you

 

The tunnels curve past western

I’m back in the mountains of Lucerne

Watching the enormous rocky skyline

Pushing into a long summer

What a bummer

I haven’t been across the pond

In almost a decade

 

I used to promise I’d make it

No matter what the trouble or glory

Nothing else to worry

About

With a back pack and my poems

Women, wine and the open road

A whole new world to discover 

Again

On my own

 

Back in my zone

People are leaving

While my hips just shift with the brakes

Making great time I see

The journey has been so good to me

This morning just thinking

It’s not about the destination

But the things I see along the way

The friendships people make

The colors and textures

Of distant days

Taking it all in

This lifetime I wander

An artist

Recording everything I cross

 

Your face

The sun settling into place

Another dimension

Of time and space

So much stimulation

Such a vibration

Shifting to higher plane

Even on this subway train

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