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Lobster woman was there
At the bus stop just like before
I'll take the heat for speaking
Too late, for her to have heard
But can you really blame me
I tried my best not to slip, besides
What could she have said
That anyone needed to hear
Everyone stared as usual
Waiting for her to reach up
Pinch the fenders off the bus
I've been thinking about gumbo
Over at Cajun Bob's Diner
She could be friends, maybe
With Jambalaya Janice or Earl
The creme-de-menthe king
Talk about some nice socks
Those guys in the movies
Who can climb the stairs
After taking a couple of slugs
Dive out the window landing
On the badguy's getaway car
Well those guys are pure fiction
You gotta hold pressure, both hands
Hard, trying to handle the bills, still
In a dark theater I could think
I could just sit down for awhile
I'm gonna die laughing if I think of that
Special again...chicken fried chicken
45th...seven more blocks to St. Mary's
Tailor Bell
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Click here to write your comments about this poem (Bob's on 49th by Tailor Bell)
fanniesson - (9/17/2007 2:01:00 PM)
great flow great work
and enjoyable read here |
Alison Cassidy (7/18/2007 9:56:00 PM)
What a quirky (sorry Wendy, couldn't think of a better word) , comedy sketch from a great observer of life. This one reminds of an old Barry Humphreys Record in which Sandy Stone (his best character, in my humble opinion) recites words that catch his eye on the train journey from Flinders Street to Ringwood station. This one strikes me as something similar - a stream of conscious musing on snippets of larger than life characters seen and remembrances triggered. All delivered in a conversational and highly original style. Worth several reads. Wonderful poem. love, Allie xxxx |
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