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


Ruth Newell July 5, 2012 @ 5 p.m.

Simply beautiful. Rolling Rock...Dylan...yes.


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


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