Early Morning Walk Fall is diminishing on this new day, Tell me what you saw, Jung lives in graffiti and a bag of potatoes on the sidewalk, A man wearing a fez gestures emotionally, Children stare from a glassed-in playroom, But we can only wave and smile before Being ushered away silently. Motorcycles or motor-psychos have their own Brew now. A vegan patio, a robed tattoo artist, a bookstore that knits. None of this is surreal, just unreal, There is a difference, you know.
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.