“Street View”

A night all whiskey
and high winter
The Blues not amused
by drifting snow

power shifted the Mac
to cruise a hometown show.
First Church Hill through The
Fan, to the bottom of

Then reworked an old
paper route in Carrytown,
then passed public courts
where I’d rebound,
spied a Grace St. safe house
where I went to ground,
sneak joints surrounding
the Confederacy downtown,
where I hung around,
just ground-round,
no particular place to go.

Like snow. Drift.


number 10( note I didn’t denote a poem) for NaPoWriMo 15


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