ONE STAR DINER

Its on the edge of the desert   an open door welcomes the thirsty and the curious   ashtrays full of last nights words and crushed hearts where leather jackets and quarters keep the juke box breathing   passing freight trains push a melody to someplace   where truckers kill time until the coffee turns … More ONE STAR DINER

DOWN AND AWAY

Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside.  Truck lights create lonely shadows.  Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope, their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home.  Familiar voices are … More DOWN AND AWAY

AN EMPTY SEAT

It’s a train car without wheels. A gathering for the subculture.  An information center of new and yet to happen. It’s a stopover between this and that.  Art deco, vinyl and stainless steel.  Formica countertops and a bathroom without a lock. A jukebox with failed neon’s struggles in the corner.  Eggs and coffee all day. … More AN EMPTY SEAT

OPEN FOR A CHANCE

Just past midnight there’s a revival of stragglers and empty pocket musicians at a corner diner where the boisterous aroma of grease and burnt toast fill stagnant air. Writers with frayed collars, artists wearing scuffed shoes and actors not yet acting sit on red vinyl seats around black formica tables.  There is rebellion in crooked … More OPEN FOR A CHANCE

THE GETAWAY

Sea grass waved summer in. The reflection of passionate clouds spread blankets of gray over sand.   It was the getaway, where coffee blended with onshore breezes; a flexible landscape with a flagpole. There were gray shutters outlining white trim and a red bicycle with a basket; the objects created art.   On the porch, … More THE GETAWAY

WASTE NOT

There is no relief when regarding the loss of time. Festivals pass without notice like nameless night trains. The moon offers no concern for words and unkempt phrases. Seasons are unacquainted with your sorrow or joy, or the bruises received. Whispers and half closed eyes remain suspicious in the deepening fray of night when your … More WASTE NOT

SOMEWHERE PAST

In the smoke shop, the aroma of incense lays trapped between wood and glass.  Rigid cardboard boxes rich with painted scenes of Italy protect the peaceful rebellion of indulging in the product until offered a choice through decadent permission.   A swinging door opens to the street; it’s a clear space until pedestrians fill in. … More SOMEWHERE PAST

TAKE A SEAT

Unfinished crosswords and cigarettes feed the granite regulars at the diner. Torn vinyl and stained tiles welcome neighborhood regulars; black rimmed glasses, uncombed hair, cowboy boots, long sleeve shirts and a variety of hats. The food lacks life. Coffee fuels the thoughts.  The place is a safety net dipped in grease. The radio stales the … More TAKE A SEAT

UP

The intent of a rising sun encourages the impatience out of night.  From the abyss of dreams we are renewed, like ribbons unraveling while lifted from the floor.  A part of us protests, exciting the brimstone from and anxious song we hum while putting on ragged jeans a chain and a cross.  Tattoos tell a … More UP

DOWN AWAY

Dust rose in menacing circles behind the car; generations of travel brushed to the roadside.  Truck lights create lonely shadows.  Bleary eyes crave coffee; the liquid toothpicks of temporary vision. Hitchhikers seek the ride of hope.  Their boots worn down to sandals as they desire other places. Forgiveness is far from home.  Familiar voices are … More DOWN AWAY