Bodega Poems - Poems about Bodega

...Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy” Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music Blends of subversive elements and anxious acous......Read the rest...

...It’s that one cigarette, I allow myself after the wife leaves for work. The sixteen-ounce coffee I walk to the corner Bodega for every day, I’m not supposed to drink, okay. Maybe throw a donut......Read the rest...

...A swift half of cider in the Bodega bar sadly none of us could afford a car. Dropping a shilling in the snug juke box Haley and Elvis,then so unorthodox Trad jazz with Donegan,Bilk or Collier ......Read the rest...

...Evening is settling in. I empty my basket at the counter. A pint of vodka (the kind that comes in plastic bottles), a bottle of ’Tums’ antacids. A box of frozen French Bread Pizza. A jar of j......Read the rest...

...Bodega cat crept to the curb And crouched down by a car, His ins and outs encouraged By a door that’s left ajar. He stared intently underneath The chassis, but to me, There was no mouse or b......Read the rest...

...Bodega Cat protects the store For rodents would think twice Before they’d squeeze through cracks or door – That goes for rats and mice. I pass this market on my walk Yet sometimes miss the ca......Read the rest...

...Tea with Gran,her muffins supreme, Bath and change and hair brylcreamed. into town to the pub in the square, our gang always met there. Checking the football scores in the Oxford 'green un'. ......Read the rest...

...Today if I'm anxious I will listen to the wind. I will hear the birds calling one another or just chirping to be heard. I will look around me and describe the brown tree with green moss on its ......Read the rest...

...A banjo is playing in the bodega. A door proclaims its ding and dong voltaic birds bounce to its tintinnabulum, flickers of auricular featherings wipe shelves of a million years of dust. The ban......Read the rest...

...Brooklyn, New York is my hometown, There's always something going down. So many different places, Religions, and races, Walking so fast you'll only get a glimpse of their faces. A huge meltin......Read the rest...

...hair brylcreamed. into town to the pub in the square, our gang always met there trad jazz with Donegan, Bilk or Collier or maybe the ballroom for bacchan......Read the rest...

...I empty my basket at the counter. Six individual cans of strong imported beer. A plastic bottle of ’Tums’ antacids. A box of frozen French Bread Pizza. A jar of jalapeno peppers. The wiry cu......Read the rest...

...The lady who serves counter at the bodega knows my weakness for dry sherry, a wordless gentleness between knowing smiles. There is this connective tissue, of an inappropriate and unpromising kind......Read the rest...

..." NANCY Nancy, oh, Nancy, lain on your side, ‘Atop the gray waters, in high and low tide. Your ropes, your stays, the new and the frayed, Are scattered beneath Bodega Bay. Na......Read the rest...

...just bought three bananas from the corner bodega for a dollar to send on his way the sweat of a kitchen the immigrant ducks from hudson almost canada we know our plucks and the foie gras a scien......Read the rest...