kerouac alley
read poetry ‘neath city lights
the beats cast shadows
on spilled red wine– cracked concrete
echoes howl of north beach ghosts
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February 19, 2008 at 9:44 am
Cool bananas, to walk with those ghosts, just as your poem does, that would be a wonderful day,
February 19, 2008 at 11:00 am
what a fabulous photo……..and the poem, just right
February 20, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Both the picture and the poetry….so evocative, so rich, so wonderful!
February 20, 2008 at 11:43 pm
Thanks all for the comments on this
February 21, 2008 at 9:03 am
(I live in Poets Corner… every street is the name of a poet and most lived hereabouts, which is kind of intimidating but wonderful all at the same time… I am whispering, I don’t know why, I’ll stop now) Love the colour, the sound, the swagger. Perfect.
February 22, 2008 at 12:28 am
Tracey
Tried twice to comment on your blog–no luck–failed he challenge?