Best Sutter Poems

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this...

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Eighteen hundred and three begins U.S. destinies.
Merriwether Lewis and his comrade, William Clark, agrees –
They will go forth, avoid Frenchmen, fighting growling grizzlies.
To find a water trade route that flows west to the Pacific seas.
Louis and Clark, embarked, sparked, as told in fabled stories.
They recorded...

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They were there ...
in a jar ...  floating ...
Dark and mysterious.
A shaft of sunlight fell on the table
and into the jar
illuminating Nahautl Pyotl Mexcalli nectar.
Cactus buds staring
with buttoned eyes and spiny tufts
like the heart of an artichoke
floating in brine.

Picked in Texas 
and sent through...

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Each morning I ride the 3 train 
  I sit on sutter ave
   and proceed to wait
    U would love the sights I see
      Cause living where I live
     ...

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Not long ago
Say, about 300 years
Two Indigenous tribes
Nearly disappeared
 
Others came
From year to year
Hunters, trappers
And future peers
 
John Sutter
A Swiss guy
This city became
The place to try
 
At Sutters Mill
Gold was found
In Coloma
Now ghostly grounds
 
But this place of new
With its foundations down
Pre 1849
It was just...

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JACKS AND THE BOOM BOOM ROOM HISTORY AND SPOKEN WORD

Before the Boom Boom Room in San Francisco’s Fillmore District came to be, it was Jack’s.   A poppin’ groove organ funk soul jazz club on Sutter Street.  This jumpin’ home cookin’ get down...

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in our home
we're not alone
tho dad stay stone
he alway phone
he is the house back bone
tho he sutter
he is our
BREAD AND BUTTER...

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