poem: sitting in the poetry room @ city lights bookstore

18 Dec

Sitting in the Poetry Room @ City Lights Bookstore

it is morning
it is cold
it is Saturday
it is San Francisco

Chinese children play in the alley behind the bookstore
laundry hands on fire escapes
laughter breaks the drone of cars and buses
and fire trucks en route

ghosts sit on shelves
their names familar
some are friends
some are teachers
some are dead
some are waiting

a poet sits at a round table
sunlight enters without threat and written notice
his name will never leave the debt in his wallet
but his will suggests a want

he writes
in a blue book
on lined pages
carries a camera
as if to remember things he will soon forget
a harvest moon soon surrenders
snow is waiting
birds sing

warning alarm:
emergency exit only

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