who wants to write poetry with me?

[tinkerjack]

yeah DC so white collar,Baltimore so blue.

I miss that stadium, and even more I miss the bar in the basement of The Rosevelt Hotel where Camden Yards now stands. A magic place in the sixties, where everyone was having a good trip except me. But it was the first time I really heard live jazz, piano, stand up base and a flute. Remember the Peabody Conservatory of Music on Mt Vernon square and the psychodelic sccene around there in the sixties. Dylan blaring from every portable radio on the park benches and The Doors break on through from the open windows of the college rooming houses around the JHU campus on N Charles st?


geez what a geezer memory I got,
I can't remember if I brushed my teeth but I could probably tell what I had for lunch that day.

[WIREMAN]

nostalgia's trail
real cool and blue
in fells pt. last night
i could see the harbor
waters flowin fast
outside the daily grind
coffee house on thames st.
this thread is essential ~GO!

[stilltrucking]

From eastern and caroline st
a short train ride to Fells point
We hopped the slow moving frieght
me and jitterbug
like desperados waiting for a train
riding the four blocks to lower Broadway
Baltimore baltimore


Baltimore baltimore
I can't find you anymore
walked your water front
from Fells Point to Federal hill
hooky playing
staying to the back alley's to avoid the truant police

Baltimore Baltimore
all I have left is the graveyards
I wouldn't know you anymore

The rail road tracks are gone
the warehouses, factories, rotting piers
the skip jacks, the barges, the rusty frieghter

last time I saw your water front
it looked like the french riveara
condominiums and yachts



"I hate graveyards and old pawnshops
For they always bring me tears
Can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs" John Prine

sorry doreen I am trying to listen
but not much of a beat
or if there is I can't hear it.

[mousey1]

you've got to have that sense of rhythm
yeah man
that sense of beat
that pounding slam banging
mixing melody with heat
you've got to have it
sweet
move it smooth it groove it
chop it dice it ice it
feel it wield it slide it
cross your knee
slap it hard because it's sassy
stinging slipping
right on through
got to have that sense of rhythm
shake your booty
shake it fool
got to have that mixed emotion
got to have that cherry zest
got to make it worth the living
or just get busy being dead
move it
shake it like nobody's watching
dance to the beat
pounding in your head

shake what your momma gave you

shake it hard
move those feet



I saw an old woman dancing. you know, keeping time with her feet. old bones creak but spirits fly well oiled. I saw an old woman dancing. eye's aglow. inner rhythm quite majestic lost amidst her ageless soul. I saw an old woman dancing. soft motion, gentle flow. I smiled her spirit so enticing as gentle as moonlight her eyes aglow.