Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

for john

he sits back all kerouac
with the holy city rising behind him

he is
the embodiment
of everything a lesser poet ever wanted to say
but wasn’t brave enough to write

he is
my america

he is
the way a man should wear a hat

he is

poetry Uncategorized

all the pretty ponies

kentucky at keeneland
thoroughbreds is full regalia

and the horses look lovely too
women in hats fine enough for the fairest lady
heels and barely there dresses
men in bow ties and plaid pastel blazers

their station in life on display

social climbing atop sugar cubes

for the mint julep
the smell of bourbon and burgoo

and a stout cigar
just another day at the races