Jack Jordan Poet Prose Poetry

Yesterday

Yesterday morning, while waiting,
  	nursing a too-expensive latte,
	I read poems by Dylan Thomas
	from a worn paperback of English poetry 
	that my friend, a poet, 
	bought last weekend
	at an estate sale
	for ten cents.

	In the evening, at home, 
	I listened to Bob Dylan
	while reading the stories behind 
	the songs he wrote from 1962 to 1969, 
 	my years of fatherhood, divorce, and radicalism,
	rather than watching “The Voice,”
	my one and only fall into the slippery world 
	of “reality television.” 
	
	For a bit of balance,
	or maybe a jolt, 
	although that’s not a good thing 
	to do before bedtime,
	I stirred in whiplash verses 
	from e.e. cummings 
	before I took my pills 
	and turned down the volume 
	in my head for the night.

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Timothy Hicks May 2, 2013 at 10:07 AM I've actually visited Dylan Thomas's boat house and writing shed when I visited Wales! I wasn't familiar with him at the time, but it was pretty cool :) I enjoyed the themes of listening and reading to the classics. There are some talented people on The Voice, but the majority of the time I like the more old-school musicians like Billy Joel and CCR. Jack Jordan May 2, 2013 at 11:04 AM Thanks Timothy. I try to be. I'm with you about the music. Jack Timothy Hicks May 2, 2013 at 10:07 AM I've noticed how you seem to write from a very neutral standpoint. I can see your personality through your writings, but it's always from a very contemplative perspective (almost outside of yourself). You are for sure your own person, Jack.