Friday, May 01, 2015

Washington D,C,

only seven, and sweat
soaks his collar - he mentions
his high plains district
(11-13)







curses ‘n th’steamy night
th’inspector shook down th’poor hack
‘n th’union station queue (3-17)








th’ranchers ‘n his district
wouldn’t know th’k street pressure –
he sweats in th’air con
(3-17)







bluegrass harm’nies cut
th’warm rain, foggy bottom porch –
opp’site ‘f politics
(7-15)







early morn, th’sharp heat
he’d like th’feel ‘f georgetown better
‘he could stay inside
(1-17)






union station hack,
shaken down by th'inspector,
curses labor day
(11-14)















down from the blue ridge,

finds her in georgetown cafe -

dead leaves in his hair

(11-13)












near m ‘n’ wisconsin,
come from th’blue ridge, leaves from ‘s cuffs
fall on th’café floor
(4-17)








redskin capped clerk’s scowl –
hiker uses th’bathroom, fills
his water from th’fountain
(2-16)









redskin hat’s askew,
clerk’s disdain for lack ‘f manners –
east coast irony
(10-16)





foggy bottom porch –
bluegrass back-beat, th’stand-up bass,
forget th’election
(3-17)





fresh suit, and he wants
the restaurant's best pumpkin pie -
k street urgency
(11-13)











fash’nable georgetown
breakfast place, even th’waiter
wearing th’nixon mask
(10-16)









sports bar on u street
passionate ‘bout politics,
they aren’t watching th’skins
(6-15)










"team's a steroid bath,
street thugs, white coach, ain't nothin'
red-skinned about it"
(11-13)









lincoln’s ‘bout a mile
from th’foggy bottom station
not too cold a walk
(1-17)








first snows in georgetown
helps, he says, ‘gainst th’east coast stress
jagger’s plaintive tones
(10-16)








the names on the wall,
each connected to a life -
he watches his breath
(11-14)










cabbie in th’district
even ‘n winter, judges th’fares
by th’danger ‘f th’locale
(11-16)









some pow’rful bluegrass,
egg nog, ‘n’ k street politics –
an odd comb’nation
(1-17)





skillful crowd handling -
he recalls th'day 'f nixon's
inauguration
(11-10)







election went bad –
now it’s cold, ‘n’ he’s on th’ellipse
yelling into th’crowd
(1-17)











'ye shall know the truth' -
beltway blizzard, trucker's brakes -
th'truth shall set you free
(11-13)







lincoln memorial
watching his breath, he touches
th’words carved into th’stone
(3-17)







snow and bitter cold -
he blows in his hands, outside
th'lincoln memorial
(11-14)










brought tractors down to
protest farm bills - dug us out
of a huge blizzard
(11-10)







beltway ramp dharma
wafting smell of impairment,
a cold, hard march rain
(11-13)






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kalorama heights
finds th’mansions’ gardens stunning,
but seeks th’redbuds ‘n th’park
(3-17)






tidal basin pinks
on stately monument grays -
history unfolds
(1-13)






‘tween th’cherry blossoms
‘n’ th’monuments, stops a while
‘t th’holocaust itself
(1-16)





from th’cherry fest, stops
‘t th’holocaust memorial
that upsets his day
(3-17)







blossoms ring c street,
he says he know her – she says
might be possible
(10-15)









great aunt died ‘t h’rosh’ma –
prefers th’café ‘t th’holocaust
to th’cherry blossoms
(10-15)







out on wallenberg,
th’spring breeze – she tells of th’horror,
th’demons ‘f th’common man
(10-15)




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samurai display -
with cherries, celebration
'f our relationship
(1-13)

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