Wednesday, April 16, 2014

New poem: USED RECORD STORE FANTASIA

found a used record store


just off Hollywood Boulevard


and the owner was the only person there


besides me


>


he said the store was


twenty-five years old


and I began imagining


what life would be like


if I had worked there


for two-and-a-half decades


>


there would have been


structured hours,


fewer highs and lows,


greater exposure to random eccentricity


and gradual gentrification


>


and perhaps


I would have occasionally


walked to and from work


seeing film crews set up


lights and equipment


on and near the Boulevard,


wondering about


what I decided to miss


by taking a ten-to-six job

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