Sunset Boulevard Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sunset Boulevard

To me the coffeeshop
-was Sunset Boulevard.

Carefully observed there
-all of what could find there
-in art-forms, theatre…

Today the attenders,
-being male or female,
-young or old or middle,
-seemed to be good actors
-for my eyes; as had seen
-on Sunset Boulevard.

A boy and little girl
-arrived with the mother
-attractive each of them
-in own and simple way.

Next to us an Arab
-a worried, single man
-seemed to be a deprived;
-had brought bags of nuts
-which he ate with coffee
-and watched the screen
-of his phone that went off
-when slept for a while.

In front and across
-two Chinese, elderly
-purchasing soup, coffee
-were chatting, non-stop!

Cleaners were two guys
-with water, soap, brush
-to clean the windows.

A young man of Iran
- (possibly middle guy)
-had phone on speaker
-most of us could hear.

What a show was there to
-observe while drinking
-and having time sharing
-with friend who called me
-and brought another…

"Carry pen and paper, "
-advised us professor
-when taking courses in
-Prose and poetry
-to do a "Creative Writing! "

I wonder if seeing
-is due to University,
-and courses for learning,
-or could it possibly
-have been, my genetic.

Whatever, whichever
-is the cause or reason,
-feel lucky to have the
-looking sense to observe
-and amuse thoughts, brain.

To me, what lives or not
-if heard or can be watched,
-creates story, in board-form,
-script…

I draw the faces in angles
-then give them varied shots
-of inserts, close ups,
-and edit finally; make Indie…

In times but only write
-script for actors, directors
-and search for investors.

Later make music
-write scores in dream
-with birds' sounds, animals',
-or thunder, wind, breeze…