This blog is not about San Jose, really, its not! This is an experiment in the form of stream of consciousness...
Monday, March 12, 2012
The drum solo on the radio started
just when the blackbirds jumped the wires
and that’s when i passed the stand
in the abandoned used car dealership
and the pineapples caught my eye
lined up on the table
in the grey winter afternoon
promising their sweet fat yellow meat
but it was too cold to stop
and i changed the station
cause drum solos kinda
make me panic . . .