Bridge and Pratt

Greetings, it has been quite some time since I have updated this site, mainly due to the wonders of executive power existing in the shadows of corporate America; but, I supposed I shouldn't complain, at least I have a job. That being said, here are several new poems, including two epic poems as well. Also three new jazz videos on youtube. Coltrane's “Giant Steps”, Miles’s “So What” (This time electrified) and Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” please enjoy the new work, and remember,

Peace and Enlightenment.

As always,
Jon

Bridge & Pratt
Staring down Pratt, I see the woman
embracing the strange, & walking through streets made of paper.
At Orthodox, steel cages house the people,
& contain the cold.
At Church no one prays to the metal God,
speeding through their apparent lack of hope.
At Torresdale, I pass over century old rooftops,
covered in the dawns dust.
At Tioga, broken glass windows are art deco.
At Allegheny the woman in blue stares cautiously,
& an old woman smiling quiets her child.
Somerset passed over Uncle Sam’s promises,
(all shut down, or bought out)
Cheap! Sale! Free!
At Huntington we stopped too long and
the cathedrals wept.
At York I realized this is all pointless,
as the great bells foretold.
At Berks I reminded myself nothing is insignificant,
not even the decay, or piles of non-sequential shit
between crumbling smiles.
Girard had more emptiness than before.
Spring Garden brought Liberty Towers &
the promise of tomorrow into plain view
a phone poles’ shadow cast Christ and Buddha
on the wall.
Around the bend I fell beneath the streets,
away from light.
At 8th Street I rose up again.