Overread at Booth 4: Rain-drenched street

MR

Song of the Day for January 4, 2013 was:

Little Willie John
Need Your Love So Bad

 

Poem:

Nothing but raindrenched streets: the dreary acrid rain
rushing into stormdrains like it can’t get away fast enough.
You are completely alone with your streetlamp.

Overread at Table 2: 2013-0103

2013-0103

Song:

Gotan Porject “La Viguela”

 

Poem:

Shoes. Tap in tempo, to unshuttered resistance, the

pull is the stretch is the tension of the strap we use for each other,

to realize we are now all that we never were.

 

 

Overread at the Counter: Next Poem for Song of the Day

The song of the day for January 2, 2013 was

Led Zeppelin “Bron-Yr-Aur”

and the

Poem:

 

even in winter the moss caresses each stone of the cottage,

as a lover would recline across the bosom of her lover,
and mayhaps engender some sweet taste of a new spring.

 





 

Overread at the Counter: Poem for the Song of the Day #1

the poet, known only by the initials MR, has decided to write a 3 line poem for each one of Verble's choices for #songoftheday, which Verble posts to his Twitter account.

MR will do this for each song of the day for the year 2013, which will continue the process MR has started with his 360s . . . you have read these poems at the Zen and Tao Acoustic Cafe, as MR writes one poem a day.   Has for three years now.   During this year, the collections should be published in three separate tomes: 364, 365, and 366.

So, without further ado, MR presents the poem for the #songoftheday for


January 1, 2013:

Song:
Bob Schneider "Round and Round"

Poem:
Timothy Settee awoke on New Year's Day to find an outboard motor,
and empty bag of chips, and a shredded froggiepillow beside him in his bed.
He wondered who had been eating the chips.

Overheard at Table 2: Starbucks Blond Roast

Have you tried Starbucks new Blond?

No, not yet.   How is it?

More like Starbucks BLECH.

That bad?

Ever sucked a used tea bag?

Now that's a little TMI!

Poster on the Counter: Abstract Guitar

That is a very cool poster.  Where'd you get it?

Roommate moved out.   He left it behind.

Wow.  Can't believe someone would leave something this cool behind.

Well, he didn't know that I'd stuffed it in the top of my closet while he was packing up all his crap.

Overheard at Booth One: "Oooohs" for White Babies

Lucky Moran:  It just hit me the other day, at our church, we always have the baby dedication and we flash the babies faces up on the big screen as their names are read, and I just noticed that the congregation always goes "oooooh" over white babies, never black babies, never hispanic babies.  But whenever white babies are up there, they get a big "oooooh."

Otis Redwing:  That's because all you whities are racist.

Lucky:  "All you whities"?  Isn't that a racist thing to say?

Otis: Takes one to know one.

Lucky:  Yeah, but it doesn't explain why the girls with pink bows on their head get an "awwwww" instead of an "oooooh."