Friday Night Live~

Spotlights shine
Warm the
Blinding
In your eyes
Faceless
Crowds
Silent

The
Everyman
Changed
Created
THE
Scene…
Busting up rules

“First thought
Best thought”

Inspiration
Rains
Down
Like a Deity
Rolling,
Muse
Recoiling.

Parents
Hide their kids
From
Clouds
Of
Smoke

Reefer
A couple of
Bennies
Amphetamine
Rituals
Cigarettes
&
Beer

New York
And San Francisco
Taxi Drivers
Them crazies
Have more stories

Wild
Experiences
Because THEY!
They’ve seen
And been through it
ALL

Like
The fixture in the corner
Shadowed
Silhouette
Stoic Form
Not stirring
Or
Murmuring
Both
Taking it All in
And is Oblivious
To it All

The cracking
Red
Leather
Barstool
Seat cover

Home
To the raven
A crow
An owl
Perched
Parched
Thirsty

Eye witness news
Voyeur observations
For those that want
To drop a few clams
For information

“You didn’t hear it from me…
I ain’t no snitch”

Yeah
Like New York,
Long Island
Ice tea
I guess every man
Has his price

Marked up
Mirror
Jagged
Street lingo
Gangs
Girls
Nicknames
Carved deep
In glass

Lines
Leave
Scratches
Along your face
As
You stare
Absent
Vacant

Hollow skull eyes
Look back
From your
Reflection

Can you read them?

Getting ready
For the Big send-off

The christening
The Bon voyage
Smashed
Splintered
Celebration,
Suds
And foam
A Real BANG
Explosion

CHAMPAGNE
Dreams
Crash
Like the
Roaring 20s
Stock market
Falling
Jumping
From 21st floor
Opened windows
Panic
The death of an era

Silver screen dreams
Dried up with talkies
Innovation
Invention
Blacklisted
Beliefs
Or voices
Too pitchy
That didn’t cut the mustard

From 50 flicks a week
To a telephone
Coated with dust
And cobwebs
And a ringer
You try to convince yourself
Has busted…

Something’s
gotta be going on
somewhere
Just a change of scenery
Something Fresh
To unclutter your mind
Everything
Is happening too fast
You just need a break
To be awake
Dialed in
After all it’s
Friday Night Live~

(matthew bowers) ~93
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