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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...