E. Truman Road

up early

scampering out 

for the retreat,

old friends 

and current

drive along 

e. truman road.

echoes of a magnificent past

illuminated in the morning pale,

most of it is boarded up now

only scattered businesses remain.

still the ghosts 

of that time gone by

are singing in my brain.

us humans 

can only see is,

then and there 

not within our grasp.

and yet glimpses

of the honor and glory

that once was a proud 

and lively playground abound.

shades of Charlie Parker

his vibrato of 

that long gone era

peeks through the crevices

to appear in dodging morning shadows.

turning the corner 

at white ave.

it is time to begin

the days festivities’

and bid farewell

to these echoes

of this forlorn past.