My Rio Love Poem Poem by bob barci

Here, once again,
I sit and relax, while waiting for my train.
In the quietness here,
it is a pleasure to listen to
an old Doobie Bros. tape in my walkman.
I await the approach of my train.
Only five more minutes,
but it seems like a lifetime.
I need to arrive at Penn Station quickly
and start my weekend off with a snack of sushi.
I shall be pet sitting today and tomorrow.
In between checking out the birds
and drinking pots of coffee,
I dream of Sunday afternoon.
For me, Sunday is a day of poetry.
It is enjoyable to hear all the styles.
I like to keep mine simple and from the heart.
Each poet is an extraordinary person,
a personal friend.
Spending time with them is a must.
I miss them when I can’t be there.
I don’t know what it is
about the weekly readings,
but I’m always left with
a feeling of accomplishment.
Like I did something meaningful
and extra special.
I leave the reading place
high on a cloud,
way above those who don’t attend.
Well, I guess you can say
that the bottom line here
is that, this is
my Rio love poem.