A poem about my life while I was in Winnipeg.


Winnipeg

The city of vibrant lights
The energized streets became bare
The starless sky replaced Northern lights
What use to be, was no longer there

They say home is where the heart is
But I never had a home from the start
I wandered the backstreets of Saint Boniface
I guess homeless, I have no heart

I stopped at a bar along the way
To be caressed by the warm atmosphere
As I walked into Le Garage Cafe
The sound of acoustic bass and taste of cheap beer

I reminisced of the shows at West end
And smoking in an Osborne apartment
A drunken conversation nothing can contend
With a stranger I'll never forget

I left Garage to face the cold
The breeze hums songs of this town
Some stories will remain untold
Memories never written down




Poetry by Rannalta Gratland
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Written on 2013-01-07 at 03:56

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