"Directions to Fitzgerald's"

Stop a yellow bullet with your bare hand.
Fire it again, and ride it through this land.
Journey up the hill, natives call the Mount.
Pass the obelisk and the sparkling fount.
Near the hub, where the weary will arrive,
the minutes left for you are under five.
Turn to face the way of pale, fading light.
Find Park and see how tender is the night.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Made me want to know more. The short statements open the door to thoughts and possibilities. I like the poetry that lead you to a destination. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[mlundstedt]

Thanks! When I lived in Baltimore, I lived near Fitzgerald's house. Interestingly, few people seem to be aware of it's location.

[Coyote Poetry]

I didn't know till the poem. I was in Baltimore a few times. I would of visit the location.