The Corner Beat Town 1

There was a time where each summer I would take a big bird to the west coast for some unwinding and grinding. Down in the Palo Alto part of Cali, I would bus at a local bar, occasionally tend bar and stay for the open mic nights, which were held every Thursday though Sunday after 11pm. Those were the days, swabbing floors and cleaning tables for Charlie the Frenchman (the manager). Along the way I met some talented, interesting people. Haven't been there in a fair amount of time but I still keep in touch with those beat poets and told them I will post some of there stuff on this blog. Enjoy, more to follow but I hope this one will suffice for today.

Part of the Night

Single light city streets.

Walking, no shoes,

just me and my feets.

Over to my bar, ready for the greets.

Order the usual drink,

please no sugar, bartender your sweet.

I know these faces,

know these parts,

friendly eye shake and you've got my hearts.

Tick-tock tanker,

story for the week,

here are my secrets,

please no leak.

Yes, sir, no,

Guess we all have to leave,

but thanks for the time...

until the next time.

Written by Dee Ferris (7-22-07)