Best Downtown Poems

Downtown Nashville is a place I’d love to call my home,
With fine country singers dancing on the Grand Ole Opry-
With Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers singing on the stage,
Sitting in the front row would be no one else but me!

The Country Music Hall of Fame...

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A summer's evening stroll
in the downtown.
Tiny flying bugs
maneuver in the wind.
A hobo with one hand
strums a guitar,
his traumas grate against the air
as his style
-the blues-
echoes from his instrument.
Older ladies rush home
their purses clutched tight to their sides.
Knowing the approach of wicked darkness
is near,
and the welfare...

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy Legs Lynx,
his pitching fast and usually sinks.
Throwing for Strays is...

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Dropped a million
On a downtown train
Read a book about the devil
Cut myself with a red knife
Bled crazy
Still alive in this safe house
Chucking cards in a hat
In the pouring rain
Down the stairwell
In the middle of the street
I scream to Jesus
And bare my feet
It ain’t hard to...

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Oh’ poor Mr. Brown
His heaven, is the bar downtown
At home he wished it be
But much scolding, endures he.

Stacey Brown 2-5-14...

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DOWNTOWN WHERE GIRLS DANCE ON POLES

FOR A PRICE THEY’LL BARE THEIR SOULS

THEY’LL SIT ON YOUR LAP

YOU’LL GO FAP FAP FAP

UNTIL YOU LOOSE YOUR CONTROL...

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I breathe grey air in spaces in between,
And whisky stings my tongue and bides the time,
In steps I aimlessly record the scene,
And cherish my misanthropy sublime.

Wandering the streets and alleyways,
Of this downtown, wherever I may be,
No need for love suffocating my days,
Alone but free to...

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Outnumbered by loud engines and concrete blocks
Furious crowds and mobs ignore your existence
Till you clutch your way back home...

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Buzz of human feet,
Crowds swarming the trains;
Sea of faces meet,
Private matters strain.


Downtown trip we take,
Darling and I plow;
Human nature stakes,
Umpteen whys and hows.


We reach City Hall,
Find our way around;
Tour the festive mall,
Bright shoppes anchor grounds.


Caterpillar queues,
Await to transact;
Bored faces review,
Weary wait feeds tact.


The Christmas sale...

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The greatest thing that describes 
Downtown Dallas is that of its tallest 
building, and not only that, but also its 
parks, especially the Knoll Park. You can 
even take the car to the city or take the 
bus or ride the train there. Downtown 
Dallas...

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Downtown

By Street Cries

Its spring but I still feel a cold breez 
Phone in my hand feeling close to freez 
Buses passing by people walking afaid to say hi
On the way to the day to day grind
The homless looking for hope to find
Instead they find dope...

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high-rises touch sunset skies
and are bathed in many hues
fast cars bright lights raucous noise
eclectic beauty

frowns and smiles people laughing
on the way to a new day
in the now vivid fashions
sophisticated

heart of the city red sun
not long past the golden hour
frantic above and below
anticipating...

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there's a place to go
the lights are much brighter there
if you're that crazy
you can blow up an RV
and let the whole world stare...

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High Noon in Downtown Chicago
	
		St. Peter's in the Loop

Two minutes more, Father Cal,
and you will hear another 
of my strange confessions.
Right now, I'm outside
watching the rain on my glasses
running in rills.
Once inside I'll confess
the usual stuff
with a few variations,
none essential, 
all accidental, 
the same plot,...

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The Old Church in a Downtown Canyon

On the street look up,
And see the high steeple,
Run inside, beg a prayer,
With all the noonday people.


Up next door to the 50th floor,
Through opulence, old wood,
Marble walls, a temple
To businesshood.


Look down from the sparkling window
In quiet contemplation,
Way over the...

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