A Baby Cries Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
A Baby Cries
The bike broke down,
my money gone,
Beale Street calling
—Memphis in my dreams
The diner's empty,
last quarter found,
the jukebox playing
—Memphis in my dreams
The waitress smiles,
she's off at six,
her place a walk
—Memphis in my dreams
The kindness of strangers,
a baby cries,
the sun's come up
—Memphis in my dreams
(Dreamsleep: March,2020)
Thursday, March 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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