If you see me roaming Woodward Avenue
Down by the Majestic Theater,
I’ll be humming a song and digging the homeless,
Taking in the delicious aroma of pizza
Baking in the storefront,
Gazing at the young women and men
Drinking beer at outdoor tables
As conversations filter from the bowling alley.
I’ll laugh my ass off if a fight breaks out,
Everything is beautiful and cool on a Friday night,
Even the paramedics and cops smile
As their sirens wail and flash,
An old man takes his cane and smacks another
And it is all divine hi jinks
That a fun-loving God condones.
This city has been in decline for some time,
Dirty buildings and streets that often seem
Like a lonely ghost town,
But I can find just enough life around the corner
From the college to make it all sparkle
With the excitement of music and poetry
Interwoven with the inexhaustive heartbeats of desire.
the first two stanzas remind me of something Tom Waits might have written early in his career. and that, sir, is a compliment! Jake
Uriah, and you can take my word for it my friend, you know I'm not a schmoozer, I call them like I see them...this is one of your best poems, buddy. It has more of a classic music to it, nice musings, nothing really bathetic or cornball, though its a bit pop songish, its a really nice, conversational and breezy piece, with some street-wise philosophy behind it. Nice job, dude.
This is a fun one I seem to have missed when I was in N.Y. this summer.
Hey, Max, I'm talking Woodward Avenue Detroit, the Majestic is one of my favorite rock venues.
Uriah...this is just one of those poems that stay with you. I was in the picture and could see it all. Great power in the details and the atmosphere...it's all about passion and breath!
This is surely one of your best, Uriah. It has some fresh imagery...stuff that we all see but never take it in. I like your take on all of it. Keep writing! Raynette
Uriah, Your poems just seem to flow from you as an extension of your thoughts...This is such a good poem. You make friday nights seem like something to look forward to. sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed readig this Uriah...It was like I was right there with you.