Busboy Poems - Poems about Busboy

...Nowhere Man Star dust, the stuff of a fool’s dreams. Oh !!!, to travel upon star dust streams - that glorious, never ending journey - into the realms, the space of many. This old spirit, see......

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...Under paper napkin clouds, silver bridges connect the great red mesa. Bubbling soda rivers run silently behind the spiced Marinara bathed angel hair. Discarded pipeline strew the banks where black......

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...The New Ocean House, back in sixty-eight, Worked as a busboy, left that night late. A very dark night, dark of the moon. Might have been May, may have been June. I climbed on my bike, started i......

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