Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

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 September 14, 2015 at 8:29 AM Wow, how did I miss this one before....this was awesome...hugsxx

Cherl Dunn February 9, 2015 at 4:04 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 February 9, 2015 at 8:39 PM Thanks Cherl hope all is well with you!!

Poesy Relish February 2, 2015 at 1:43 AM A tribute to all those poets... loved your write... nads! Arthur Vaso February 2, 2015 at 6:25 AM Thanks for your kind words Nadiya!

Mohamed Adel January 26, 2015 at 6:13 PM I think you are completely right Arthur, a beautiful poem that tells so much about sad poets Arthur Vaso February 2, 2015 at 6:24 AM Thank you Mohamed

Robert Nehls December 31, 2014 at 11:05 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 January 1, 2015 at 11:00 AM :) Thanks Robert and Happy New Year

Maurice Yvonne December 23, 2014 at 7:02 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 December 23, 2014 at 9:03 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 December 23, 2014 at 6:03 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 December 23, 2014 at 9:00 PM That's true, unless you get stuck in nowhere! LOL Merry Christmas!! Charmaine Chircop December 23, 2014 at 6:04 PM stucked i meant : )

Dorian Petersen Potter December 23, 2014 at 2:22 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 December 23, 2014 at 8:59 PM Thank you Dorian!

Donna Jones December 21, 2014 at 9:28 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 December 22, 2014 at 7:58 PM Thank you so much Donna, your words have brightened my day!

Joanmarie Peranteau December 20, 2014 at 11:51 PM WOW...Great write...Great Imagery... Arthur Vaso December 22, 2014 at 7:57 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 December 20, 2014 at 7:22 PM An excellent tale my friend... That has been my fear for the past few years.... Cheers Charmaine Chircop December 23, 2014 at 6:01 PM : ) Arthur Vaso December 20, 2014 at 9:23 PM Well at least we will have that drink we been talking about!

Cherl Dunn December 20, 2014 at 7:19 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 December 20, 2014 at 9:23 PM Thank you Cheryl

Jan Allison December 20, 2014 at 6:21 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 December 20, 2014 at 6:28 PM Thank you Jan much appreciated!

Meg Anderson December 20, 2014 at 6:18 PM Arthur, wow! Very insight! I love the hidden meanings in this write. Great write. Meg Arthur Vaso December 20, 2014 at 6:27 PM Thank you very much, sometimes my hidden meanings are even hidden from me!