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The Town of Nowhere

All my lovers have gone The midday sun beats down upon my head I order one more whiskey, straight up My guitar is missing one string We both make a good pair Broken The waitress asks me if I want anything I told her I want my heart back Bewildered she smiled and walked away Seems they all walk away Maybe I should fly somewhere, if only I had Wings Suddenly, my thirst bites me Feeling sorry for myself seems to require That I drown whatever life I once had I gaze over the terrace at an old couple hand in hand I see in them what shall be for me Never I rise up; pay the bill with the little money left I pawn my guitar, sell my heart, and Purchase a ticket to Nowhere Maybe when I get there, my jacket I shall Mend Now in the middle of Nowhere, I stand No heart, no money, and one torn jacket A small town by any measure To my wonderment, I saw in the thousands Lonely poets with used bus ticket stubs Broken poets do live in Nowhere

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Casarah Nance

Date: 9/14/2015 8:29:00 AM

Wow, how did I miss this one before....this was awesome...hugsxx

Cherl Dunn

Date: 2/9/2015 4:04:00 PM

Dear Arthur, Seem like I've been to this town of nowhere at one time or another, this remindes me of a cowboy of the old west it's flavoring and texturing is just ya-hoo wonderful, this cow-girl at heart takes her hat off to you my friend, I can't mend your tattored coat, or stamp your ticket fresh, but I can lend you a ear of comfort and listen to your voices verse of lyrics and sing and read along, your not alone my dear friend, cheri

Arthur Vaso
Date: 2/9/2015 8:39:00 PM

Thanks Cherl hope all is well with you!!

Poesy Relish

Date: 2/2/2015 1:43:00 AM

A tribute to all those poets... loved your write... nads!

Arthur Vaso
Date: 2/2/2015 6:25:00 AM

Thanks for your kind words Nadiya!

Mohamed Adel

Date: 1/26/2015 6:13:00 PM

I think you are completely right Arthur, a beautiful poem that tells so much about sad poets

Arthur Vaso
Date: 2/2/2015 6:24:00 AM

Thank you Mohamed

Robert Nehls

Date: 12/31/2014 11:05:00 AM

Well Arthur, I guess that's a real nowhere man sitting in his nowhere land. I think there are many people that feel the same way. We poets have to live somewhere. Well thought out and written my friend.... Robert.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 1/1/2015 11:00:00 AM

:) Thanks Robert and Happy New Year

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 12/23/2014 7:02:00 PM

Single is a condition I have learned to accept. Happy Christmas Arthur, I hope you have a great holiday, Cheers my friend.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/23/2014 9:03:00 PM

Well, maybe I will open up a Bar in Nowhere, and can we fix all that! I think Tim already has a reserved seat! In the mean time I wish you too a very Merry Christmas!

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 12/23/2014 6:03:00 PM

Nowhere sounds better than being stuckes somewhere you dont want to be... A toast to nowhere : ) Happy Christmas dear friend.lovely poem ..sad and beautiful.

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/23/2014 9:00:00 PM

That's true, unless you get stuck in nowhere! LOL Merry Christmas!!

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 12/23/2014 6:04:00 PM

stucked i meant : )

Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 12/23/2014 2:22:00 AM

Very beautiful pen here Arthur! Really enjoyed your poem my dear friend. Amazing imagery all thru! I love the last line : Broken poets live in Nowhere- it sound like you're right we all in the go and in the move, in our minds we always travel thru time and space, dreams, people, and many distant lands. I give you a solid 7! Have a wonderful day! :) Love and hugs! xxx D,

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/23/2014 8:59:00 PM

Thank you Dorian!

Donna Jones

Date: 12/21/2014 9:28:00 AM

Strong feelings here Arthur....life gives us much inspiration at least..:-) :-) :-) and makes us who we are..loved the write..left me wanting more of the story..

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/22/2014 7:58:00 PM

Thank you so much Donna, your words have brightened my day!

Joanmarie Peranteau

Date: 12/20/2014 11:51:00 PM

WOW...Great write...Great Imagery...

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/22/2014 7:57:00 PM

Thank you JoanMarie, I know times are not easy, I will wish you a peaceful Christmas and tell you, I am proud of your Son after all you told me! It may take me some time, but I will do a tribute for him as well! hugs

Tim Smith

Date: 12/20/2014 7:22:00 PM

An excellent tale my friend... That has been my fear for the past few years.... Cheers

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 12/23/2014 6:01:00 PM

: )

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/20/2014 9:23:00 PM

Well at least we will have that drink we been talking about!

Cherl Dunn

Date: 12/20/2014 7:19:00 PM

Arthur this is a sad poem here my friend, Thanks for the Christmas wishes my good friend, ditto and I'm glad you enjoyed my poem also, take care and blessings good wishes for you and yours, cheri

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/20/2014 9:23:00 PM

Thank you Cheryl

Jan Allison

Date: 12/20/2014 6:21:00 PM

aww Arthur - maybe we can all meet at the end of the line at the bus terminus one day - such a sad write my friend:-( hugs Jan x

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/20/2014 6:28:00 PM

Thank you Jan much appreciated!

Meg Anderson

Date: 12/20/2014 6:18:00 PM

Arthur, wow! Very insight! I love the hidden meanings in this write. Great write. Meg

Arthur Vaso
Date: 12/20/2014 6:27:00 PM

Thank you very much, sometimes my hidden meanings are even hidden from me!