driving me down

Falstaff · Jun 8, 2004, 04:26 AM

old car and old shoes, I take them out for a spin and run from the blues
old streets and amber lights to guide my way, a pefect end to a sleepy day.

tree covered streets that hide the moon and stars so I can see
the brilliant yellow and brown boughs of the willows in this strange dark canopy

signal lights go from red to green and I push the car gently along and I dream
past the open window vignettes and silent amateur movie scenes.

music keeps me in moving in time with the beat
the manhole covers and potholes that shine in the street

lifeless orb that glows in the sky above
casts a quiet blue patina on two people in the park making love.

Roll past the cop sleeping in the front seat of his old patrol car.
past the two women sleeping on the curb in front of the steps of a bar.

a tattooed girl in a short skirt leans against the cab of a truck.
smoking a cigarette I can see her face when she drags on the butt

young man walking down the street with chinese in his hands.
turns into the dark stairwell of the old hotel and is gone again.

the wind blows the paper off the bench in the park
and the homeless man grabs it and dissolves in the dark.

the figure of a woman leaning against the tree by the store
falls to the soft green grass beneath her and covers her face and crys some more.

I stopped and offered my concern
and she rose with a mascara covered crying smile so I silently turned

the used and bruised and the soiled and the forgotten
find the niches and the corners and the ripe and the rotten

my comfort is the pale and purple radio light
and I find my peace and my place...and drive all night.

mainman · Jun 9, 2004, 02:19 AM

Very nice Jeff, i really like it!!!

Falstaff · Jun 9, 2004, 05:30 AM

thanx helios...I am a night owl

mainman · Jun 9, 2004, 05:40 AM

well i guess that makes 2 of us...

drakesteakn · Jun 9, 2004, 06:14 AM

very nice jeff, ur definately a night person jeff.

Falstaff · Jun 9, 2004, 06:20 AM

Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios wake up your steads,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

(days of future passed)

Fall0ut · Jun 15, 2004, 05:33 AM

wow, you got nice poems and pretty good art work

nice job, respect!

Falstaff · Jun 15, 2004, 05:36 AM

lets see yours respect any and all can contribute here

Jun 8, 2004, 04:26 AM	#1
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	drive all night old car and old shoes, I take them out for a spin and run from the blues old streets and amber lights to guide my way, a pefect end to a sleepy day. tree covered streets that hide the moon and stars so I can see the brilliant yellow and brown boughs of the willows in this strange dark canopy signal lights go from red to green and I push the car gently along and I dream past the open window vignettes and silent amateur movie scenes. music keeps me in moving in time with the beat the manhole covers and potholes that shine in the street lifeless orb that glows in the sky above casts a quiet blue patina on two people in the park making love. Roll past the cop sleeping in the front seat of his old patrol car. past the two women sleeping on the curb in front of the steps of a bar. a tattooed girl in a short skirt leans against the cab of a truck. smoking a cigarette I can see her face when she drags on the butt young man walking down the street with chinese in his hands. turns into the dark stairwell of the old hotel and is gone again. the wind blows the paper off the bench in the park and the homeless man grabs it and dissolves in the dark. the figure of a woman leaning against the tree by the store falls to the soft green grass beneath her and covers her face and crys some more. I stopped and offered my concern and she rose with a mascara covered crying smile so I silently turned the used and bruised and the soiled and the forgotten find the niches and the corners and the ripe and the rotten my comfort is the pale and purple radio light and I find my peace and my place...and drive all night. __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor." Last edited by fallang_jeff; Jun 8, 2004 at 09:58 AM.

Jun 9, 2004, 02:19 AM	#2
mainman Mr. Nobody Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: OmniPresent Nightwatcher Posts: 5,961 Rep Power: 71	Very nice Jeff, i really like it!!! __________________

Jun 9, 2004, 05:30 AM	Thread Starter #3
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	thanx helios...I am a night owl __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."

Jun 9, 2004, 05:40 AM	#4
mainman Mr. Nobody Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: OmniPresent Nightwatcher Posts: 5,961 Rep Power: 71	well i guess that makes 2 of us... __________________

Jun 9, 2004, 06:14 AM	#5
drakesteakn boo!!!! Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Ft. Meyers, FL Posts: 2,041 Rep Power: 0	very nice jeff, ur definately a night person jeff. __________________

Jun 9, 2004, 06:20 AM	Thread Starter #6
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day's useless energy spent. Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, Lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son, Senior citizens wish they were young. Cold hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colors from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion? Pinprick holes in a colourless sky, Let insipid figures of light pass by, The mighty light of ten thousand suns, Challenges infinity and is soon gone. Night time, to some a brief interlude, To others the fear of solitude. Brave Helios wake up your steads, Bring the warmth the countryside needs. (days of future passed) __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor." Last edited by fallang_jeff; Jun 9, 2004 at 06:31 AM.

Jun 15, 2004, 05:33 AM	#7
Fall0ut DriverHeaven Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 29 Rep Power: 0	wow, you got nice poems and pretty good art work nice job, respect! __________________

Jun 15, 2004, 05:36 AM	Thread Starter #8
Falstaff Old Codger Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: USAFA Posts: 19,048 Rep Power: 207	lets see yours respect any and all can contribute here __________________ "Inspiration is always a surprising visitor."