Chestnut Street - Poem by Phillip Erb
If you would walk on in
You must remove your shoes
Party members come in pairs, in threes,
at the neighbor's house next door
The choir is silent aside solo of
One lonesome bird calling home
She doesn't get an answer except the
Voice of some young man singing from a machine
A song written years and years before his birth.
Who is on the other side?
Who is behind the door?
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