Long Jukebox Poems

Early afternoon. The Solomon 
Were in their, (according to Damali)
Club house. But the reality of the
Circumstance is this. The Club 
House was the Damian Domaine.
Damian's Billards. Damian didn't 
Know it was their chosen hangout.
As the...

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Special Agent Alan King arrived in his Buick dragging my husband to Foss park for his failed lie detector test where I wore wires pregnant for the FBI my husband was scared to death after...

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Is how it all began our beautiful thing we both knew it was arcade concealing it the way we did and was we wrong for protecting the jukebox the many simple pleasures hidden treasures would...

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Daytime sleep apnea takes over during the day as my brain fights to stay awake drifting off into deep sleep rather on a bus school doctors office in public places this disease is very disturbing...

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Sitting dying alone,
In this dark and dingy place 
It has now become my home..
The only open bar 
In town, I needed something to heal my broken heart
I'm on my 8th round, Going on Nine now!

Swaying...

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Reverend Ralston Pews had no idea what he was going to see at 
the Honkland Shonkastada Diner, but he knew it would be entertaining.
It always was.  A tiny confistacate was happening, he could hear...

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Happy Father's Day to all the dads around the world God Bless You!

Had no real to to see through a dad on earth no eyes to see from birth good men stepped in acting like...

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He handed me the air-brushed t-shirt
and I thanked him, said I loved it.

He asked, Do you mean that?
I said, What would have possessed me
to utter it otherwise?

Then he kissed me with his sweaty upper lip,
through...

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"Conversations with a Daughter: Creeps"



Time creeps
my beautiful, clever, daughter 

Weirdos are us 
incorporated 

There's that beautiful laugh,
that beautiful smile

Who wants to 
belong here 

they keep you on 
the outer edge

that’s cool, 
take all the time...

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You were there again just like before your eyes shifted a bit your smile still warm as that March madness the pile pastel poker chips the smell of disguarded cigarette butt's the feel of a...

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NINE MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hip
spoken’ Word
 
I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex
a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/
 
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of...

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The first thing I remember hearing 
Was a car radio with a country song playing
A man singing while my mom was steering 
A song about heartache and pain
That’s the day the good boy in me...

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amuck - adverb.flailing in all directions, about, around - His ideas ran amuck.

brang – verb, past tense.bring – You ring, you rang, I bring, I brang.

chipps - noun, plural.an asset for selling, a favor owing,...

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We need laws, laws, laws greeting peace, peace, peace to the people (Hi! Friends)
We need laws, laws, laws greeting peace, peace, peace to the people (Hi! Friends)
We need laws, laws, laws greeting peace, peace, peace...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor...

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Let’s sail away to Acapella,
A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller.
I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella
When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella.

It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as dowdy...

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I looked at the room broken bottles blood fragments of clothes.
maybe a tooth from somebody not fast are to drunk to get outta the way of a conversation 
turned bad. 

The juke box had almost...

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Compared with us, the kids today
Too little play and too much weigh.
Alone indoors they snack and sit
And buttons hit, while we stayed fit.

We'd quickly chores and homework do,
Then dash through doors to fun pursue,
To basketballs...

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A song from yesterday,                               ...

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Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza, just along the Gaza strip
But those Israeli's being what they are I thought my sales could take a dip

So, I thought I'd build a set of...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
  on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
   and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
  and cared for nothing...

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Give me that old skool love, a groovy throw back

kind of love that is black and white like the first TVs.

A tapered leg acid washed jean trouser and a crop

top feeling sexy.

A striped miniskirt with...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was...

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I was somewhere deep in Kansas,
on a Triumph 69’

When your song came on the jukebox,
and hit me from behind

I was headed for a bad place,
and cared for nothing much

When I heard the song ‘Melissa,’
my heart...

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Translation of Cuppiramania Bharathiyar’s poem: Kannamma, My Love! (Kannamma En Kaathali) by T. Wignesan

Yet another poem by the most famous modern Tamil poet, written a century ago – despite the commonplace imagery – follows in...

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