Treasure Island

Suzae Chevalier

(04-18-1966 / Elizabeth New Jersey)

Hummingbird Hotel


There one was a Hummingbird hotel,

in Lake Worth I remember it well.

For it has stories to be told,

one is about Al Capone.

He stayed with his gang,

on one of the floors,

betting on a team

that would have

a top score.

Betting on a boxing match

that was played in Chicago,

little did anyone literally know.

Many years later I would arrive,

paint on the sidewalk

just outside,

I was happy

and filled with pride.

I was a rogue artist

that did not give up,

even when they said there

was no more spots.

Now this year the

Hummingbird hotel is closed,

still many stories need to be told,

Thank you Winston

for sharing what you know,

and letting be in the Street Painting show.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.21,2011

Submitted: Sunday, March 06, 2011
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Hummingbird Hotel by Suzae Chevalier )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. What is superior?, gajanan mishra
  2. Mind, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  3. WE ARE TEMPORARILY HERE, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  4. Waxing Grandiloquent, Margaret Alice Second
  5. When The Evening Light Comes, Pijush Biswas
  6. Hindi haiku (56-60), S.D. TIWARI
  7. Retirement (or) Till Your Last, Natarajan Ramaseshan
  8. An illicit dream....., PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
  9. The House Across Our Road, Kuda Bondamakara
  10. sadism, Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]