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at the all-night supermarket
by Maria FrancescaCouldn't sleep
the other night
so I went wandering
down the aisles
of an all-night supermarket
just outside of Barstow
at 2:30 a.m.
looking for a bottle of wine
and a bag of chocolate kisses
and passing by late-night workers
and a giggling couple
on a frantic search for condoms
while tactfully avoiding raggedy people who reeked of homelessness.
Saw a man I would have sworn was Humphrey Bogart
pushing a basket full of cat food and frozen dinners
and noticed Jesus shaking His nappy head with an ironic smile
at those candles they sell with pictures of some white guy
that's supposed to be Him.
Stood in line at the checkout
behind Allen Ginsberg and Sam Kinneson
as they debated the credibility of the headlines on the gossip rags.
Payed for my purchase and headed back home.
Slept much better last night. 05/12/2009 Posted on 05/12/2009
Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/13/09 at 01:33 AM I can't recall if it was Allen or Jack who liked the all night supermarkets the best. But depending upon the state you can at least buy a bottle of wine. Sometimes it doensn't even have to be good wine. I didn't realize that JC was into that kind of thing also. Nice write lady. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/13/09 at 01:07 PM a vivid trip through your late night supermarket travels -- I adore this! |
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