Night In The City
Ice cream is my observation food.
I’m sitting on the curb by the Castro Station, watching a nighttime exodus of dapper gay couples—strolling nowhere in particular—while catching snatches of passerby dialogue between bites of a Neapolitan ice cream sandwich.
Starting on the strawberry side, I listen to bits of chat from the street men, talking about things I know nothing of, though I still strain to hear. Each person walking by, I realize as I finish the first pink third, is their own story, their own person, and I feel a strange urge to follow them around.
With vanilla I look up at the city lights and semi-starry sky, both of which frame a giant flapping flag, whose wind-aided whipping is just audible above the sounds of cars and people. Just then an ambulance flies by screaming, and I suddenly wish to be a paramedic on it, comforting the poor person inside as we rush through the night. A silly wish, maybe, but it still seems right.
By chocolate my thoughts are back to earlier in the evening, getting pushed out of the door of my girlfriend’s house, and crying bitterly on her stoop at the thought that the only touch she would afford me was a shove.
I finish the last bite of the cool treat, crumple the wrapper and throw it away, then descend into the Muni station. The night is still young but I’m tired.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Colin (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, June 8 2009, 03:19 am|
absolutely wonderful evocative read.....
absolutely wonderful evocative read ... so cinematic in its images - it conjures up names like Martin Scorcese, Tom Waits, Diane Arbus .....
|Puppet (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, June 8 2009, 09:55 pm|
Thanks dude, that's a really interesting observation. Those artists weren't necessarily what I was going for, but now that you mention it, they fit.
Click here to read other Poems by Puppet
Copyright©2018-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of
this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied
in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the
work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author
and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the
original author of the work. To contact any author of the work
please e-mail: email@example.com
so the proper person may be notified.