Poetry For Everyday People
The State Of Us
I remember
it was 1993,
I was at Blues Alley
in Georgetown,
beautiful winter, I
was warm with
a shot of Beam,
snow on the ground,
flying in the air,
and I walked out,
to hit the next place?
walking by the alley where I
parked, where I've been
parking for a long long time,
this was our town, our night spot,
capital hill, breathing, within,
we all parked in the alleys,
she was unloading her groceries,
across the street, she dropped
everything, I began to
walk fast towards her,
she looked up at me,
and the look on her face
made me stop, turn around,
walk the other way, sad,
with a feeling in my stomach,
I never forgot,
twenty minutes later,
listening to a singer
that made the hair
on my arms dance,
I wanted to go back,
fix the world.
it was 1993,
I was at Blues Alley
in Georgetown,
beautiful winter, I
was warm with
a shot of Beam,
snow on the ground,
flying in the air,
and I walked out,
to hit the next place?
walking by the alley where I
parked, where I've been
parking for a long long time,
this was our town, our night spot,
capital hill, breathing, within,
we all parked in the alleys,
she was unloading her groceries,
across the street, she dropped
everything, I began to
walk fast towards her,
she looked up at me,
and the look on her face
made me stop, turn around,
walk the other way, sad,
with a feeling in my stomach,
I never forgot,
twenty minutes later,
listening to a singer
that made the hair
on my arms dance,
I wanted to go back,
fix the world.
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The State Of Us
The State Of Us