Down and out L.A. poets
sip out a red sun.
Santa Monica coffee’s pricey
take a holiday back downtown
taciturn dreams lost
coz she lingered then waited then went
one more heartbreak to seal your fate.
one more letter unsent
Hollywood’s so big
they got movies playing on the skies
I’m sure it was a 70’s re-run
rent-a-car bouncing on those roads
stuck downtown
with the smell
Mexican’s selling oranges
people painted concrete
down and out L.A. poets
sitting on the gutter
before the sun sets
I want to get back to Santa Monica
to Venice
to somehow feel close to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem