Love, Baby, Honey Please.

http://www.ibiblio.org/ipa/poems/komunyakaa/my_father%27s_love_letters.php

I'm going to make a conscience effort to really start reading a lot again. Started with No Exit yesterday, and continuing with Yusef Komunyakaa today. Also suggest listening to his readings. Anyway if I do end up putting together any kind of cohesive collection of songs in the next little while, I suspect I'll be titling it 'Love, Baby, Honey Please.' In any case the following may be a somewhat feeble attempt at rekindling my love affair with poetry.

A line of cars in the silver,
that punctured lung feeling of decay
passed on a narrow street
and you feel your feet bog down downtown.
But even if it's unreasonable,
it's really real.
And it's all you can do to hold her awkwardly
on the piles of rocks and chainlink orange
shadows on the dirt glowing
and you can't remember being so young,
but you definitely were,
arms crossed and hat backwards
really feeling every step like new feet,
and maybe now it's all you can do to buy new shoes.
There needn't be an exit, only shelter
and that's why you felt like a shadow
standing in line with the people you never gave change to,
and it changed you.