On the road

Sometimes the nights collide her frightened and wondered by the crowd. They don't see a thing. 

Just red lipstick  and a reunion of greed that crawls in her eyes. 

It seems like the streets covered by the sound of a mouth organ playing "Tiny dancer" are playing for her.

Aching. Moaning.

For whom is she playing the strings into the night?

Olivet can't reach the answer. The smoke of joint can't blury the question.

Statisfactory is found in the silence.

The same silence that came across when he saw the letter.

"I know that you can imagine  that in the shelter of the metrostation covered by hoar I would die for a smile. 

Now you finally see me. Even though I'm gone. 

My"au revoir" isn't going to be temporary. The old me is forever gone. "

"On the road. We're never gone.

We're coming home

to someone new 

to someone blue

to no one that holds you too close."

Good night NYC!

Author's Note

Reviews

[Daisy]

What a beautiful journey of life through the lines:

"On the road. We're never gone.
We're coming home
to someone new
to someone blue
to no one that holds you too close."

Extremely thought provoking and an amazing truth painted sincerely across words. Loved it!

[Jeannette Lunete]

Hey, thanks a lot. I'm glad you've loved it! :)

[Einstein Noodle]

its like the confessions of Mary Magdalene .. pain that can not be overlooked except for judgments of those that can not stand and deliver ... the poignancy of "on the road" is that its "good night" and not good bye .. those are some very mean streets in NYC .. no doubt about it! .. hearts are breaking
E.

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks E., it means a lot to me. :)

[Rene Salinas]

I felt as I was going thorugh an imminent feeling of shedding skin. The constrictions of city life. It is really difficult to embed that much feeling inot a story that is so short. Yet the excitement of the night, the good times had are only temporary bound to a journey that makes us be in transit. The process then becomes the home we inhabit rather than the physicality of a building.

Wherever you may roam.

Thank you

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks for your insightful interpretation. I appreciate it a lot. :)

[Rene Salinas]

I need to confess that when I saw on the road you had ventured onto "spontaneous prose" as Jack Kerouac has a book entitled "On the road" I obviously feel a huge amount of admiration. Thank you always a creative moment reading your writings.

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good description of place and life.
"On the road. We're never gone.
We're coming home
to someone new
to someone blue
to no one that holds you too close."
Good night NYC!"
Being on the road make us act different and home don't look so bad. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Jeannette Lunete]

Thanks Coyote for reading and reviewing. I'm glad you like it. It means a lot to me. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoy your work. Always a story to be told with a logical ending.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"BLue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band."

flavorful poem feeling the city...being from NYC, i appreciate the mood created by this.
the city can rip out the guts of innocence...and we become old way before our time...
some day i will drift back there to the city, to home.

[Jeannette Lunete]

I'm thrilled to hear that from a New Yorker. I'm glad that you've taken time to read and review. I appreciate it a lot. :)