CC Bloom Poet Free verse

I Remember Your Streets

How many people
listen to 'The Streets
of Philadelphia' 
on repeat while writing
a poem and running 
at sunset
on Grandover Parkway
in Greensboro,
North Carolina?

Maybe one:
me.
Tonight, I did.

"And my clothes don't fit
me no more.
I've walked 1,000 miles
just to slip this skin."

I passed out drunk
like a sack of potatoes
last night, but I don't remember
that, or the endings of most nights.

We don't talk about AIDS, 
anymore, or homosexuality,
or alcoholism.

But some of us read poetry,
when we feel 
lonely.  

Bruce Springsteen,
you complete me.
A thousand miles
is nothing 
next to love
and great music.

The story of your song
in the movie, 'Philadelphia'
is great, and I will teach 
my students not to forget it.

I will teach them to look up,
to look out,
to listen, and to consider
music and words, and more
than running.  

"Kids, listen to it again
on your own.
Watch the movie, someday
when the world is ready
to feel empathy again.

I hope Tom Hanks is
still alive then to know 
you were listening.

A tree I ran by
looks like it was doing 
a split
upside down 
with its branches divided.

It hurt to look at it.

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme,
or reason,
or question, 
or send cryptic messages
that I can't figure out.

This one is just words 
that make you think.

I hope these ones do that
for you.

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