Places

I've sat in different places
with different races, sorry
to admit I've gone miles and sat
on cold tiles, soft rugs that have
crawled with bugs. slept in corners
with grieving mourners, insomniacs
and stoners who look mainly dazed.
i have sat in empty hallways
wondering always where sunlight
will mark my next flight. then I feel
right at home as rock music booms
in my neighboring siblings' rooms,
Sublime, Chopin and No Doubt,
what is that about? I stop at
my room door, then leap into bed
to fall asleep like the dead
on top of books I still haven't read.

Reviews

[Edward Vidaurre]

Sounds like me...I love all types of music. Along with that, a pile of books as well..This was a dynomite poem Juan.