BALTIC AVENUE

 

Nancy Sinatra sang a great song about these boots but the luck doesn’t travel too far outside the lounge.  The false promise of trickle down economics in full display.  We drifted off the boardwalk and just one block away from the casinos—the abandoned dreams and promises of Baltic Avenue.  A few homes clearly worse for wear and an old school package shop offering cheap escape. 

 

Cheap rotgut whiskey

false allure of great prestige

from a cardboard ad

 

The boots were clearly abandoned as the realization of broken promises set in.  The dream so close we can see the bright lights a few hundred yards away—and yet for all too many—a few hundred yards to far to travel.

 

Pretense faded

boots ditched like promises

of better days

 

 

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Within this prose is the contents of a wonderful poem:

Cheap rotgut whiskey

false allure of great prestige

from a cardboard ad.


Pretense faded

boots ditched like promises

of better days . . . .

georgeschaefer's picture

thank you.  I am quite fond

thank you.  I am quite fond of playing around with the haibun form.  I think it suits my temperment very well.