Free Verse
Listen
Listen!
to the old ones
calling....
from the mist
in the wind
the leaves all rustle
listen...
to the old ones calling
in the roar of the ocean
the rumble of "Pele"
sound of sand shifting
Listen....
to the old ones calling
unleashed
clouds crashing
unplugged energy cracking
Listen!...
to the old ones calling
hear the drumming
of the rain falling
listen .....
the
beat
cobblestones
of Venice
art galleries n the venice west
the Carousel....
living with the poets..
it was the time of jazz n blues
billie holliday/monk
art and the poem
"The lady" was our muse
she was there
in the night
and the winter quiet
of the boardwalk
under the pier
hearin' the laughter of carnival
like music n a tenor sax...
far away seagull sounds
of rusty swings
on a forgotten playground
the poet's words flowin'
layin' it down fr the "lady"
those bards
of the Beat Generation
Venice West/Gas House
in the end
still the lady sends
a riff in the night
