. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Five Miles Up Colfax

Another tale from my Denver days - specifically from those days when I lived on Colfax Ave., the same street that Jack Kerouac spent many of his rambling moments traipsing along...

Me and Jack,
separated by sixty years
but alike in our quest,
have found ourselves
among Denver’s streets.
We both lay to rest
on the one called Colfax.
My tiny room,
a storage space really,
for a bed and a desk,
don’t compare
to the luxurious apartment of Jack’s.
It’s still Mexico-Denver,
It’s still Colfax.


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