Jack Worthington

Rookie - 25 Points (1977 / Yuma, Arizona, U.S.A.)

Jack Worthington Poems

1. Our Golden West 8/29/2009
2. The Towers 8/30/2009
3. Sunburn 8/30/2009
4. A Storefront In Old Town 8/30/2009
5. A Bonfire At San Simeon 8/31/2009
6. The Motel Room 8/31/2009
7. Smoke Stack In January 8/31/2009
8. He Enters A Train Station On Saturday Morning 9/9/2009
9. An Enforcer's Drive To Lancaster 9/9/2009
10. The Bungalow 9/19/2009
11. Heartland 9/20/2009
12. Newhall Pass 9/20/2009
13. Paul The Bureaucrat 9/20/2009
14. A Word Of Advice 9/23/2009
15. Memoirs From A War I Never Knew 6/25/2010
16. Big Foggy Mountain 5/15/2011
17. The Regular 5/30/2011
18. The Skydiver 6/23/2011
19. The Adulteress 8/14/2011
20. Another Troubled Man 10/2/2011
21. Pride Of The County 2/19/2012
22. Autumn Approaches 9/7/2012
23. A Timely Death 6/4/2013
24. A Short Conversation 7/12/2013
25. The Jump 7/2/2013
26. The Affair 4/13/2014
27. Rebellion Against The Sun 8/7/2014
28. The Move 12/12/2009
29. Sunset On Bodega Bay 1/15/2010
30. Memories Of A Farmers Moon 1/19/2010
31. Midnight In A Downtown Alley 1/29/2010
32. The Gate 8/29/2009
33. Continuity 2/10/2010
34. Tell Me What's Real 8/29/2009
35. The Joshua Tree 10/25/2009
36. I Drive 11/21/2009

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I Drive

Feeling down, I look around at the world passing before me
The sun on its fatalistic arc, streams light through aluminum blinds
A fading afternoon, where nothing was done but wasting time
I slip on my shoes and sunglasses, and then grab my keys.

My car is there waiting, for a destination unknown
I start the engine, shift into drive and begin to roam
Where I'm going I have no clue
The walls were closing in, and I had to see something new.

I drive into the sunset not looking back
All the way to Ohio, until it's pitch black
I was racing the sun to ...

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Our Golden West

Our golden west
Where dreams of our fathers lay
The yellow and grey pictures from by the bay
So long ago, people at their best, envied by the rest, they passed their test, now at rest.

A crumb of the dream for me, so tasty yet not filling
The crowds and masses from the east
They came to dream as well, and dream they did of something frightening
And now the crowds fill the passes, not dreaming in the least.

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