City Lights Window
Posted: May 26th, 2014, 2:03 am
I was writing this when you were still a child
playing with colored balls of the aeon
as the tiger rain fell on the nameless city
I lived in hotels inside books of poetry
some days I had only words I dreamed to eat
in the basement of City Lights I took up
residence in the minds of beat writers
a favorite poet lived in North Beach
The Black Rimbaud as they called him
favorite in Europe lived there too when I lived near
China town, I walked the streets looking
for the poem to manifest like a ghost
in broad daylight on the window of City Lights
those Frisco days and San Francisco nights
roaming down town looking for a book
that lived on the corner waving its arms around
a red river poet with his spare change cup
those days went by like the wind with a silver coin
I floated between tall buildings looking up
through the narrow cracks at the too blue sky
sometimes catching a wisp of saxophone note
in the alley through the enchanted air
playing with colored balls of the aeon
as the tiger rain fell on the nameless city
I lived in hotels inside books of poetry
some days I had only words I dreamed to eat
in the basement of City Lights I took up
residence in the minds of beat writers
a favorite poet lived in North Beach
The Black Rimbaud as they called him
favorite in Europe lived there too when I lived near
China town, I walked the streets looking
for the poem to manifest like a ghost
in broad daylight on the window of City Lights
those Frisco days and San Francisco nights
roaming down town looking for a book
that lived on the corner waving its arms around
a red river poet with his spare change cup
those days went by like the wind with a silver coin
I floated between tall buildings looking up
through the narrow cracks at the too blue sky
sometimes catching a wisp of saxophone note
in the alley through the enchanted air