Rainy Days and Coffee

Denver cloudburst
rusty chain
Soaked to the skin
hung over brain
Parked and shivered
old brick alley
Familiar jazz window
’bout a gal named Sally
Pedaled down Eighth
corners flooded
Sedan out of nowhere
comical but sudden
Pushed her hard
both tires went flat
Found the java
there I sat
Safe and dryer
window glazed
Sheets of rain
lightning blazed
Mountains in the distance
blurred by the storm
Flecks of snow
winter born
Piles of books
known and unknown
Stories of desires
under the stones
Thomas Wolfe speaks to me
faded cover
Turn the page
plot discover
Rain declined
remarks toward the night
Pushing up Broadway
faded street light…
This poem is found on page 35-37 in Old Photographs and Wild Dreams by
John K Bucher Sr. The hardcover version is available on Amazon.com