Maudlin Streets

Fashion District:

I eventually returned 
to Ninth and Hill,

the allegedly-cushioned 
chair where I waited
still bore a stain of secret origin,
spilled Coke a feasible and suspected agent.  


Hollywood:

A public bus brought me back,
an irregularly appointed shop
on Fairfax,

beer and hash scent.
There hung subway posters
ingloriously.


Westwood:

I walked over bland pavement,
sidewalk of Broxton Avenue,
once painted by neon
that garishly promoted 
ninety-nine cent Chinese Food
and famous burgers:

a place where I spoke of memories
and you ate lacquered noodles.

©1998 Timothy A. Clark