Day Tripper
I jumped off a boxcar
in downtown Kansas City
made my way
to 18th and Vine
where Satchel Paige
pitched a complete game
at Blues Stadium
With just enough dough
for two quarts of Colt 45
and Cracker Jack
I basked in the sun
keeping score and
losing my voice cheering
on the Monarchs
Down to my last nickel
I walk toward the whistle
cold and sober
tired and hungry
needing to steal a ride
and a good night’s sleep
back to Chicago
august two thousand twelve
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I’ve gotten lost a few times myself with little to no money and no means of communication with family. It’s a wonder how I got home. It can be exhausting, but it is quite exciting. Awesome poem, J. 🙂
Thanks for dropping by Rigel. I’m really enjoying your blog, keep up the great work. JW
I like the idea of stealing a ride home; Hope you made it ok.
pretty sure i did, but the setting was in 1935 so don’t quite remember :`) thanks so much for tweeting my poem