City Song Poem by Trucker Jeff

City Song

Rating: 5.0

Hail you great city and what do I hear?

An electric cacophony of noise and noise

and where here does the blue bird sing?

with the roar of the bus, the honking of the horn, the hail of the cab,

the city sings a song to us folks.

She sings rushing and rushing until the great lady roars,

and the sky dims, the lights come up and a star shines.

a lone trumpet pushes out a smokey barroom door

and the old gal gives a listen to the man on the stage.

She is taking a deep breath as the music drifts across her

singing her to sleep by the sound of the jazz man

and the blues guitar and Frankie and all the greats of the modern age

who have tossed their hats in her streets

hoping the lady would toss a coin their way

and by sun up the lady has her tune to hum

to give back to the greats and the smalls

and the city she's a tappin

a rad a pat pat

and this old fat girl's gonna roar!

This poem was written while I was drinking coffee in a Borders book store, down town Chicago on Michigan ave. I watched two teens playing the drums on the bottom of two green five gallon buckets. Their hats were in the streets and they were magnificent.

Brett Bum 21 January 2007

I like that poem and the setting quite a bit, but I can put a bead on the reason, just resonates but maybe that's the point of a percussion inspired poem.. .

0 0 Reply
Error Success