A LITTLE WHIP by (me!) sandra, tvgp
my poetry is in place! -thank you to cher wollard, poet laureate of livermore: "...there are 16 poems and essays by local writers about places in downtown livermore displayed on their respective windows or inside various businesses, restaurants, shops through april 30th. here is my contribution, hope you enjoy:
a little whip ~by sandra kay
do what the sign says
STOP
at first and k.
when you find gold! -walls and green awnings; you're at panama red.
it's the perfect blend
of locals, and newbies, and just passin' thru~bies
all bringin' their thirsts to the king.
stand in line below the floating chips
on the glass dessert case; leave your fingerprints
then move left to write
play the menu game
pay, leave a tip. -then wait for your name.
i spy 2 newspapers, 3 cell phones, 1 dad
6 laptops, a stroller and the nose piercing fad
mostly casual, ultra cool
tattoos, flip flops, t-shirts rule
if the waits too long, play the photo wall game
put a name to each face, a face to each name
you can flirt if you're single, you can slurp if you're not
you can eat, you can drink, buy it cold, take it hot
if the windows are missing from the giant wood panes
you can be inside or outside, at the same time
or sit under a hut, like you're really not here
or,
like there's no place you'd rather be
than hangin' out at panama red
with friends, with strangers, with me
and on your way out, see the rising star
that sexy young thing, with a mic and guitar
on the corner of first
on the corner of k
in downtown, in livermore
in the east bay
this is my treasure map to happiness
by car, by foot, not ship
but to find your way to my happiness
you must add a little whip.
a little whip ~by sandra kay
do what the sign says
STOP
at first and k.
when you find gold! -walls and green awnings; you're at panama red.
it's the perfect blend
of locals, and newbies, and just passin' thru~bies
all bringin' their thirsts to the king.
stand in line below the floating chips
on the glass dessert case; leave your fingerprints
then move left to write
play the menu game
pay, leave a tip. -then wait for your name.
i spy 2 newspapers, 3 cell phones, 1 dad
6 laptops, a stroller and the nose piercing fad
mostly casual, ultra cool
tattoos, flip flops, t-shirts rule
if the waits too long, play the photo wall game
put a name to each face, a face to each name
you can flirt if you're single, you can slurp if you're not
you can eat, you can drink, buy it cold, take it hot
if the windows are missing from the giant wood panes
you can be inside or outside, at the same time
or sit under a hut, like you're really not here
or,
like there's no place you'd rather be
than hangin' out at panama red
with friends, with strangers, with me
and on your way out, see the rising star
that sexy young thing, with a mic and guitar
on the corner of first
on the corner of k
in downtown, in livermore
in the east bay
this is my treasure map to happiness
by car, by foot, not ship
but to find your way to my happiness
you must add a little whip.
posted by SHE @ 1:41 PM
4 Comments:
Great job Sandra, as usual.
Your friend,
MM
mr motown: "thank you!"
& put on your dancin' shoes...
HE DID NOT LIKE MY CASSEROLE HE DID NOT LIKE MY CAKE MY BISCUITS WERE NOT LIKE HIS MOTHER USED TO MAKE. I DID NOT MAKE HIS COFFEE ROGHT HE DID NOT LIKE MY STEW I DID NOT MEND HIS SOCKS LIKE HIS MOTHER USED TO DO I PONDERED FOR AN ANSWER I WAS LOOKING FOR A CLUE SO I TURNED AROUND AND SMAKED LIKE HIS MOTHER USED TO DO
Original post 04/27/2010. On site in Livermore today... Memory triggered.
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