Marco Driver

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No Title - Poem by Marco Driver

On a rainy night
A man walks across the street
Towards misty faces
He can see
Through frosted glass
A black and white movie

The music plays
Tones of grey blues
In a bar
Under a steel bridge
With femme fatal
A black and white movie

Everybody has a story
There’s nobody to listen
He walks in
Drenched in city smells
And orders a whisky
A black and white movie

Near the door
A wood phone booth
At the bar
A poker-faced bar tender
In the corner
A smoking dame
A black and white movie

As I sit
And drink whisky
I look around
At the world in color
And sometimes
I wish
It would change
A black and white movie

Comments about No Title by Marco Driver

  • (10/4/2009 5:15:00 PM)

    Sometimes it would be easier to see the world in black and white. Yet, we see in color which makes it all the more difficult. Good poem.10+ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009

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