JUST PAST MIDNIGHT

the jazz the hip the swagger the sound high life sweat and gin piano sweet horns of life dogs barking neon’s sizzle suspenders and silk pony tails beards and sash fingers snap lipstick and lace cymbals and sticks midnight and the passage to the other side

TRYING TO GET OUT

There’s rain in the desert where lizards and one eyed dogs live on the wrong side of the tracks and bars with tired neon’s blink onto cactus and sand where nothing comes alive except lightening and dry winds as we try for the right way leaving behind what tries to hold us back in the … More TRYING TO GET OUT

PARK STREET

Late into night images appear on the ceiling as sharp angles or momentary slivers of light.  Car beams, neon flashes and street light reflections crawl across the plaster, occasionally colliding, forming several twisting random kaleidoscopes.   The images are perishable opportunities to witness a place in the past or a sign for the future.   … More PARK STREET

NO STOPPING

It was the night highway. A place between diners.  Where neon signs slept and traffic didn’t exist; an area absent of social politeness. A place where answers came from dreams and shadows had influence.  Where empty lots and lost dogs crowded near the last highway sign.   Drive on while tires turn the miles like … More NO STOPPING

HEADING HOME

HEADING HOME   Farewell to day.  The heat layered high through dawn, spreading wide over spaces where long shadows formed beyond ancient obstacles burdened into place.   Night….finally moved in.   People casually scattered.  Stars opened their windows onto a black sky.  The desert diner closed up; its neon’s splizzed out a last drizzle of … More HEADING HOME