Jim Trainer

east side

In Jim Trainer, Poetry, Spoken Word, Writing on July 22, 2014 at 9:16 am

now this reminds me of
drinking corn with Red
that summer with her
at 47th&Hazel
waiting for the pain to pass,
she showed mercy on me
even though the pain wouldn’t
for another 10
it’s the way the sun don’t care out here
it curls up lazy from the asphalt
splinters through
sleeping families waiting for the bus
&Cowboy Eddie
directing traffic,
all those lives
in beat up used cars
going nowhere
out beyond the wide wrecked fields of the republic.

I stop here
pull up on another decade
dip into the fold
and disappear.


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