Famous Joe's

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Well, this certainly started in one place and ended in another. Hopefully an interesting work for the reader as I toyed with both the language and the projected potential disruption of romanticism.

Famous Joe's


Night lingers,

and clouds, unseen, transit,

mysterious and silent, far overhead,

obscuring in patchwork, a glitter of stars.

Cool murmurs of breeze

...................whispering "I love you, Death,"

are embraced by the common dark.

Visions seen only behind strained eyes,

try to perceive truth that fled with last light

and first fear.

Truth is elusive...

Loneliness, however, is plentiful,

offering a melding of chill conscience

with this daily umbra of infinite cosmos.

Few tabulate discomfort to the seeker

of hidden, crafty ways,

and perhaps only God audits such hours.

The moon rises, full and luminous.

On its surface may be hugely read:

"Eat At Joe's.  World's Best Coffee."

It's 2087AD, and damn grandfather rights,

before the new laws kicked in.

The night is ruined.  Schemes delayed.

Romantics need not tip Joe.


by Steven P. Pody

Submitted: April 28, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Steven P. Pody. All rights reserved.

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