Long Bistros Poems

The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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Crackling like lightning the scent of rainy sundays and sweaty youth enters my lungs like undesired medication

foot steps and introduction of generations and blood lines fills my head like crazy family stories

This time of night...

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These Hands, These Hands

I have seen hands like this before
In every size and color
Hands that are parched and withered
Strong hands, tired hands
Hands that can bear any load
Hurting hands that are calloused
And bent, yet these hands...

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This year more than ever
I long to surpass myself
The clock is ticking
No longer can I recklessly 
Take the gift of time for granted

I dream this year more than ever
To give wings to my muse
Release the...

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Black-ice sheers,
it cuts deep into paved-ways and lots.
Night snorts a frigid fog,
the caked and idling cars
only sludge a gripping freeze.

This glacial dark fangs wrists and hearts.
Grit nips at tender cheeks and tongues.
The lights of bistros...

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down along 42nd and cypress street
 the allegorical prostitutes say their not street
 hookers but just a symbol of sex.

  just like the walking sign post 
  stop, merge left, bump, 
 narrow...

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Based on BBC news article "Maths zeroes in on perfect cup of coffee"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-37989169


Two billion cups a day we drink
To stay awake so we can think
Tireless workers - every nation
Need a caffeine drink equation

Lattes, mochas, cappuccinos
Our...

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Harsh Mission / San Francisco, CA 2011

Through the harsh white sunlight
the random bits of cast offs tumble and stick
smeared to the pavement and layered upon
upright posts, from pillar to post they roll
on bikes and trikes,...

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Paris by night is gay,
I prefer Paris by day
I love the ambience and style,
French fashion stands out a mile,
From all the others in that trade,
The best designs are Parisienne made.
The French have flair beyond compare,
I...

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When limbs of Montmartre tint the glow
chemise de nuit falls to the ground,
belle de jour, come moan a pale sound
through alleys winding lamp light’s flow.
Her fine heels toss on follies’ show
she, au naturel , caprice...

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This land is played out on a plain bible.
Nightlights smear a frigid fog, the fumes of idling cars.

A flat-lined wind plies its wheezy bellows through burrowing bones,
smothers the distance, douses the glint of rural glimmers.

Knuckled...

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At uncertain times black ice sheers the wind,
The nights snorts a frigid fog
into the fumes of idling cars.

Ohio, once was a light in a hissing bowl.
Land was laid out like a plain bible,
it offered salted...

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YO PHILLY

Statuate Billy Penn who stands on tall
And sits upon the antique City Hall
To view and  overlook the sky and trees
There is a small metropolis to see
And see our main Broad Street run both...

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I loved my life on the fish quay,
 among the fisherman's bays,
Just to be involved in fish,
And learn a skill that pays.
Filleting fish all-day long,
For chefs with Michelin stars,
Local chippies,hotel chains, bistros and certain bars.
Some...

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Ode to the Netherlands

Oh, Netherlands, I remember you well
the beautiful cities I came to know
Brukelen, Haarlem, Utrecht and Zeist
as a younger man in search of lore
the blue canals along the street
the Amsterdam bistros where people...

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