It was at Night
that I learned the most
about that magical place
that dark and smoky,
shadowed and garish space
with sights and sounds
unlike any other
brooding and frolic,
escape and oh so real
a city with rhythms
excesses, hot sauce
and jazz
July 2, 2007 23:10
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,460+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
Monday, July 02, 2007
It was at Night
Labels:
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