a poem
Posted: April 20th, 2008 | Author: anarcosurr | Filed under: Les fleurs de l'abîme | 1 Comment »
The pennycandistore beyond the El
Is where I first
fell in
love
with unreality
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that september afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
The licorice
sticks
And
tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum
Outside the leaves were falling as they died
A wind had blown away the sun
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Outside the leaves were falling
and they cried
Too soon! too
soon!
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Nina
Beat! Mi viene in mente una canzone di Tom Waits: Eggs & Sausage (in a Cadillac with Susan Michelson) da Nighthawks at the diner, che cominciava con una splendida intro su una “colazione animata”.
nighthawks at the diner
of Emma 49er, there’s a rendevous
of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
all the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
now the paper’s been read
now the waitress said
eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile in a bowl with burgers & fries
what kind of pie?
in a graveyard charade a late shift masquerade
2 for a quarter a dime for a dance
with Woolworth rhinestone diamond
earrings, and a sideways glance
and now the register rings
and now the waitress sings
eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile in a bowl with burgers & fries
what kind of pie?
the classified section offered no direction
it’s a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
now the touch of your fingers
lingers burning in my memory
I’ve been 86ed from your scheme
I’m in a melodramathic nocturnal scene
I’m a refugee from a disconcerted affair
and the lead pipe morning falls
and the waitress calls
eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile in a bowl with burgers & fries
what kind of pie?
Carlo