I was going home
I was going home
The theaters and restaurants were
filling up and bars were over flowing
into the warm summer streets
where shoppers now ate late dinners
on side walk tables and glasses
rang with forks and knives under
the humming of human voices where
laughter had been waiting to spill
out and fill the air with the smell of food
and rich perfume from beautiful women
People
people I love and hate
admire and fear
people at leisure
and people working
people in the unashamed
act of living
the unpretentious and
the pretentious as hell
the guarded and open
laughing or hiding tears
catching the moment in
their minds or letting the
moment slip through their hands
their past and futures colliding
in the mingling crowded streets
I drove
starting and stopping at cross roads
listening to rock and roll
drumming on steering wheel and dash
watching America dance to its music
hard and electric like the streets
stretching out in every direction
from ocean to ocean
millions of points of light
all unique in their wants and desires
and all the same
I drove
till the dancing stopped
and the light dimmed in quite
suburban streets
where tall thick trees stood
like dark guardians
and lawns rolled up in front
of houses that stood in lines
where the sleeping and the sleepless
lie in clean uncluttered rooms
slowly dancing alone
dozing in the soft midnight glow
with half read books open like birds
and disappeared into silent shadows
and the forgotten slumber of home
©R.D.Sexton 7-6-08