"Where broken dreams and mem'ries meet"
- Patsy Cline, "Lonely Street"
This street you have come to late at night
Reveals itself, and you, in the dark . . .
So old there are no changes left to happen.
The broken geometry of bricks worn round,
Trees leaning over the root-heaved sidewalk,
As tired as you of holding up, holding on.
A few houses blacker than the starless sky.
Behind a plywood window you can hear
Someone crying, or it may be a cat,
Lost too and losing the last of its lives.
The bus hasn't stopped here in years.
On the corner a boarded-up drug store
Warning you with a weathered sign:
There Is No Help Here For Your Pain.
You are afraid that one of these houses
Will look familiar, might be yours.
Not certain now where you are
But desperately looking for a way out
You walk toward the street sign,
Bent and pointing to somewhere else . . .
The stop sign that won't let you leave.
Poetry by countryfog
Read 581 times
Written on 2010-11-16 at 13:46
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
- Patsy Cline, "Lonely Street"
The Rest of the Song
This street you have come to late at night
Reveals itself, and you, in the dark . . .
So old there are no changes left to happen.
The broken geometry of bricks worn round,
Trees leaning over the root-heaved sidewalk,
As tired as you of holding up, holding on.
A few houses blacker than the starless sky.
Behind a plywood window you can hear
Someone crying, or it may be a cat,
Lost too and losing the last of its lives.
The bus hasn't stopped here in years.
On the corner a boarded-up drug store
Warning you with a weathered sign:
There Is No Help Here For Your Pain.
You are afraid that one of these houses
Will look familiar, might be yours.
Not certain now where you are
But desperately looking for a way out
You walk toward the street sign,
Bent and pointing to somewhere else . . .
The stop sign that won't let you leave.
Poetry by countryfog
Read 581 times
Written on 2010-11-16 at 13:46
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
John Ashleigh |
|
Lawrence Beck |
