Freeman And Hill

Another evening

With Freeman and Hill,

The coffee shop

Packed to the corners

It’s like visiting

The sixties,

Ian and Sylvia,

Scott Mckenzie,

You know,

The music you seem

To become part of

On the worn sill

Of forgotten time,

Interesting how

The perfumes and

After shave lotions

Mingle and dance

With the notes

And warm applause

That sometimes breaks

Into wild wolf whistles,

There’s a simple

Realness to an evening

Packed tightly with

Strangers in a small

Coffee shop,

 Listening

To Freeman and Hill,

It’s like visiting

The sixties,

 Leonard, Lightfoot,

Joan and Buffy,

And as perspiration

And body aromas

Sneak past the perfumes

And after shaves,

You refrain from touching

The stranger next to you,

You remember the gal

Of Society’s Child

Who made it impossible

To forget seventeen,

And you slip into a dream

In a coffee shop bulging

With strangers,

Listening to
Freeman and Hill.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Another Revolution” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com/FreemanAndHill.html

7:29 PM March 24, 2012

 

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Found Another Dream

Found Another Dream

He said he used to dream

About kissing her

From head to toe,

Returning to the dessert

Places over and over.

Why did you stop dreaming?

Funny thing, he said,

She stopped stepping

Into the dream,

She must have

Found a fellow,

Found another dream.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Another Revolution” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

3:03 PM March 23, 2012

Mumble

Mumble

 

It was getting late,

The words were there

Lining up between customers,

Pushing and shoving

Like political promises,

Something was forming

But who really knew what,

I remembered that some of

The best Meeleirrek moments

Emerged from this sort of

Noise and confusion,

Best to just mumble

Along and see where

The muse would

Take me.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Another Revolution” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:06 PM March 22, 2012

Crazy Under The Moon

Crazy Under The Moon

 He said he had been

Attacked and rolled

By a hooker,

A brain injury fellow

Wondered out loud

How one would know

It was a hooker unless

One was a client,

None of them have

Been back since that

Crazy conversation

Under the moon,

If we could zoom

Out and in and watch

What we all do

Under the moon,

Much of it would

Appear crazy.

Crazy under the moon.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Another Revolution” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:37 AM March 21, 2012