Grant Hill: I’ll take my burgers stuffed
Ed Bedford 11:44 p.m., June 19
too tired to think but not ponder
miles away
alone on my porch a stone's throw
from the 805 freeway
more slouched than perched
harmonica an guitar overheard
dylan working hard hopefully late tonight
slightly past ten
my sun stolen ago , the moon watching me now
not cheating anyone
paid for this can of beer
rolling rock
along with some chips n salsa
noisy intruders
crashing my party
no invitation needed
life forms steering metal crates and rocket ships
as if being chased
from points A to B
a willing listener
a not so willing singer
mind full
thankful , for harmonica an guitar
and outer space
Comments
nan shartel July 5, 2012 @ 1:57 p.m.
leaning back...taking it all in ....
richzombie July 6, 2012 @ 11:27 a.m.
nan - yes exactly
Ruth Newell July 5, 2012 @ 5 p.m.
Simply beautiful. Rolling Rock...Dylan...yes.
richzombie July 6, 2012 @ 11:28 a.m.
roody - yes very good
Ruth Newell July 6, 2012 @ 12:09 p.m.
Many snub RR and was admittedly surprised to see you mention it. It holds a special place in my heart.
richzombie July 6, 2012 @ 11:29 a.m.
mindy - haha they do go together well
jemsd July 7, 2012 @ 7:08 p.m.
Anything off of the Desire or Infidel album. It IS nice to have a porch, I agree. I am a stones throw from the 15 freeway but I imagine if 'Romance In Durango' came on right now ( and the moon was out) , it wouldn't matter which road the 'metal crates' were on. Very nice poem; thanks for the visual
Donna P. Crilly July 8, 2012 @ 9:28 p.m.
Making me wish I had a harmonica.
richzombie July 9, 2012 @ 3:10 p.m.
yes - thanks for commenting
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