Treasure Island

Betsy Schreiber

(April 13 1953)

Philly Steak at Market and Third


At a sidewalk table
I take- in freedom
at Market and Third
a cross roads for liberty
for whom the bell told
a story of Thea
sitting next to me
freely ordering
another pink martini
noting the waitress’s do
she orders from
her lily white menu
The rainbow crosses
At Market and Third
taking shots
of bricks and marble columns
wrapped with hawkers of history
that refused the King
this land, his glass, his tea
So they might pray, to shout
to be able to freely
move about.

Submitted: Friday, May 21, 2010

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