Best Fedoras Poems

"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner
I took another swallow, my hand instinctively moved to the book 
to protect it or keep her from disappointment, maybe both

"It’s...

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As biology goes, I'm surviving,
a few aches and pains and a cough
and I check every morning when in the bathroom
to see if my bits have dropped off.

Now, father time knows where I'm living
and likes to make regular calls
which I know by the strands of my...

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I could care less about the four 
corners of insults, 
That intelligence invites; 
It is always the first straw of 
grass that’s grows, 
which reveals the popular outcast; 
As a youth, I found my image cut down 
into this manufactured silhouette.

Drenched in social rain, my...

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Moonlight tango

It was a Saturday night, in Buenos Aires, 10:30pm, to be exact. It was a hot summers night, and you could see, and feel, the steam rising from the cobblestone street, here in La Boca barrio*. This is where it all began over a...

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Pretty soon, night will fall upon the city,
And lives of crime animate spasmodically
As Gene Pitney croons “A Town Without Pity”
And the clubs and the gin joints open methodically.

Hepcat jazzmen smoke reefers, shoot junk,
The pimps clean their nails with switchblades laconically,
Fedoras pulled low as they mind-jive...

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Note: If you haven’t please check out part 1 and 2 
before reading this. It will make more sense that way Thanks.

"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her...

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Travelling on the road for business gets old fast.  The inside of one hotel room starts to look the same as another in any town you name.  When you travel by yourself it becomes even more mundane.  Customers, clients and/or prospects all...

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the aura, godspeed ahead.
her countenance more than slaked,
it’s heated and apple baked.

fifty-somethings march with time…
sue ellen’s court supporting their queen,
with fanfare tea parties and costumes to preen.

steeped in fanciful color, like a dream at seventeen.
friendship and euphoria, sisters, well-bred 
primped in gowns, fedoras and blossom...

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Those born into a family large will know whereof I speak.
Your chances of donning the newest clothes was very, very bleak!
Alas, hand-me-downs became a tradition at our humble house.
Being at the end of the clothes chain always made me grouse!

I had the dubious honor of...

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...inspired by 'Life During Wartime'
   by Talking Heads


The bank sign blinks its message late at night,
two types of information for the indolent,
the traffic light is cycling though there's not a car in sight,
alarm clocks disinter the drugged and somnolent.

Newspaper delivery is the only...

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The bank sign blinks its message late at night,
two types of information for the indolent,
the traffic light is cycling though there's not a car in sight,
alarm clocks disinter the drugged and somnolent.

Newspaper delivery is the only show in town
'til early morning merchants raise their blinds,
dogs...

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He Once Wrote

How quickly the vanishing
Where once shone the sun
Now only skyscraper shade

Horse drawn wagons
Once parked below tenement smiles
As rope baskets lowered with coins
Sent back with apples and grapes

Knife sharpening push carts
Their grinding wheels
Ever turning razor sharp edges
Making cheap meat cut special

Tilted fedoras tipped
By cashmere-draped...

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The bank sign blinks its message late at night, 
two types of information for the indolent, 
the traffic light is cycling, though there's not a car in sight, 
alarm clocks disinter the drugged and somnolent. 

Newspaper delivery is the only game in town, 
'til early...

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Like many, I masqueraded in shades of urban gray.
I offered my love to the midnight neon angel.
I walked the caliginous streets alone and astray.
She remained distant, alluring, always disdainful.

I courted cynicism, resignation, and despair as my style.
I wore tilted fedoras in smoke-filled reeking bars.
I feigned...

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The bank sign blinks its message all the time,
two types of information for the indolent,
the traffic light is cycling though there's not a car in sight,
alarm clocks disinter the drugged and somnolent.

Newspaper delivery is the only show in town
'til early morning merchants raise their blinds,
dogs...

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