Leaving Alone - A poem
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I wait for you
When the black leather seats of the diner
Are no longer plush
And stuffing oozes
Like mashed potatoes
From broken stitching
Cracked
Faded
Like the rearview
I watch for you in
Walking
Through fields of blooming clover
Thumb out
Waiting
For the aged silver bus
Painted in flowers
To ride on by
And me
In beads and braids
Hanging out the window
Mellow and warm
Swaying
To old freedom songs
Lost
Now
In the pounding rhythm of a country
So far removed
From all that is holy
It has forgotten
The blood
The magic
The sex
Spilled and leaked
On the old highways
That forged America
And pumped life
Into withered veins
Pain
And agony
Torture
In restriction
The loss
Of what made us gods
Haunting
The American nights
Where Jazz is dead
And blues are the swirling neon
Of too many bars
All pressed together
In tiny rows
Huddled
Pretending there nothing wrong
With a place
That says come in empty
And leave alone.
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