Midnight Saints Band Poem by Kevin Patrick

Cats from a window are watching me move
Straight down the aisles of the sleepless avenue
Early to evening under a purple sea sky
Passing with sage roots an Egyptian cotton eye

Autumn was hanging from every gold leaf
Cascading foliage into slap dashing mound heaps
Old women and men sat in comfortable poses
As a I nodded with greeting under their curious noses


The houses stood motely with distinctive faces
Brick motor four squares stood by vintage duplexes
Overlooking the border between tuff turf and sidewalks
Reared tall elms and oaks that edged regal triumphs


The road on the side was active with commerce
With Pickups and sedans of various models
As I wondered down fourth St. under an oak tree
Passing cute ladies who blinked and still missed me

I journeyed the backstreets of various tracks
Crossing middle class ghettos this way and back
With nothing to guide me to my next destination
As my port was unbounded without hesitation


Life was going one way and I was on another
So it seemed a perfect time to walk an endless Wander
To play the vagabond piper beyond the beating path
Straight on till starlight leads to the midnight saint’s band