Inspired by http://www.napowrimo.net prompt: ‘New York School’ poems. I don’t think it’s finished. But is a poem ever really finished…
It’s 8am on Tuesday and I am on the tram
you could say: it’s just Monday 2.0
so naturally I’m late and it’s raining – damn!
Is it sunny over there? I bet it is, laughing at me
I bet you’ve been doing a rain dance secretly.
It’s against the law to make it rain here, seriously!
Oh, I’m just crouched on the cold metal steps
looking out on a washed out Brunswick Street
it’s moving ever so slowly! Mmm… I can smell the coffee and crepes!
I can see Fitzroy-ans dancing through trams and cars
in a sea of boots, poncho’s and umbrellas
in a long narrow valley of cafes, shops and bars.
Lights are flickering in the old comic book store
Oh Marty, ‘Back to the Future’ is now
your movie is so old it predates Persy’s next door.
Posters and banners flapping in chilly wind
will we ever escape the daggy dolls we were yesterday
when fun was getting off our faces and succumbing to sins.
Don’t stop the music and oh, just dance
the numb blur of college life, I don’t remember
except when we dreamt of moving to the south of France.
But 2014, oh, a communication revolution
look at us talking wirelessly from either side of the world
Can you hear me? Wait, can you see me? Technological evolution.
Mr Asmiov hit the metaphorical nail on the head:
“humanity will go into hibernation” – indeed
it’s true what the 1960’s sci-fi guy predicted.
Speaking of, did you know it’s illegal to trade with pirates
here, so if we upload, download and freeload
aren’t we essentially criminals – just open-closet-pirates.
Think about it – I’ll peruse my books
while washed out Brunswick Street starts its day
in one of Melbourne’s much loved coffee nooks.