it was afternoon
chai tea and sushi
in a quaint St. Louis eatery
she spoke
"yeah that nasty public bathroom came in handy"
the tapestry of asian food, indian tea and nasty restrooms
the sky was blue and the moment had rhythm

sidewalk illusions melting into the cobblestone
transitory thoughts dripping into the cracks
merging with century old dreams
translucent rainbows

and in the silence is an essence
yet to be spoken by lips I have yet to meet
dreaming of new illusions to dance with
out on the sidewalk he talks to his father on the cell phone
while the music plays upon mounted speakers inside the gay bar

slowly ice melts in my water glass
and it was then the ash fell and I awoke
to another cobblestone dream I've yet to explore

and then you called
he left out the door on his journey with you
it just is
no expressions
no thoughts today
it just is
another cobblestone road
and off we go

08/08/2004

Author's Note: this poem was written while on a trip to St. Louis with our local slam team for Nationals. I later recorded this as a spoken word track with a good friend laying down the guitar and bass parts...you can hear it at http://myspace.com/msquared and happy to note that on garageband dot com this track was selected as feature of the day...

Posted on 01/17/2005
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