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Denver Doldrums Revisited

by Rob Littler

Larimer Street has been dressed up
with modernity, the demographics have
changed the view—what a thing
money can do when applied to vision.
So now, to find the skew, the slant
of life one can't scan the rail-yards
for the old bums of America's past—
now the derelicts of Denver are walking
the clogged asphalt artery of Colfax Street.
It is refreshing there, among the pace
of it all. I trace each face in the deep
cortex of my mind, back to the heat
of a summer day, sitting in an unmarked
cafe when I witnessed, like Hemingway,
the multitudinous of humanity pass.
A one-legged lady was pulled over
outside my window, driving a manual
transmission, she was drunk
to obliterated proportion. I thought
it cruel, making her hop a straight line.


Posted on 11/11/2011
Copyright © 2021 Rob Littler

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 11/11/11 at 08:46 PM

I love the tone, language and story of this. And the ending, quite funny/poignant but not descending to punchline status.

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