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In the Heart of a Saturday Afternoon - poem by John Grochalski

In the heart
Of a Saturday afternoon
He comes
Down the avenue
No modern day
Don Quixote or Walt Whitman
Battered leather coat
Gray greasy hair to his shoulders
A beard down to his chest
Ass hanging out of his stained brown pants
Hands shaking holding a fast food burger
Stopping in spots
To pick up and eat the lettuce and tomato
That have fallen on the pavement
As the multitudes
With their big plastic shopping bags
Huddled in their arms
Or faces buried in cell phones
Pass him their consumerist scorn
Part like schools of fish around him
All of them off to the next store and the next sale
Killing the weekend in a grand dull fashion
As he sets the burger on the ground
Hikes up his brown pants
Before sitting on the pavement
And finishing his meal by the dog shit and coke cans
As if a stately and regal gentleman
Passing these fleeting moments of the day
At a sidewalk café in Paris.



John Grochalski is the author of The Noose Doesn’t Get Any Looser After You Punch Out (Six Gallery Press 2008), Glass City (Low Ghost Press, 2010), In The Year of Everything Dying (Camel Saloon, 2012), Starting with the Last Name Grochalski (Coleridge Street Books, 2014), and the novels, The Librarian (Six Gallery Press 2013), and Wine Clerk (Six Gallery Press 2016).  Grochalski currently lives in Brooklyn, New York, where the garbage can smell like roses if you wish on it hard enough.



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