Kuhio Street At 5am
I am sitting here on Kuhio Street
with the old Honolulu blues again.
The early day shift's coming on their beat
in the midst of the breezy, pre-dawn game,
where the last of the midnight street life girls
and their pimps argue at Jack in the Box,
and hotel crews, aloha shirts and curls,
grab a cup on their way to cope with lots
of tourists immune to all history
of this port. The last black stretch limousine
from the night heads home and the touristy
families stumble from hotel "da kine"
to Hawaiian holiday on remains
of a past era's colonized domains.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007
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