Poetry (Day 322): Dreams




Half asleep,
listening to life
carry on around me.
Crunch of gravel as cars
drive slowly down the street.
A movie on TV. Laughter
from next door.

And I slip away
into dreams
of long nights
and Drive-In theatres,
when the world was young
and nobody could
stop the music.

I’m not sure how references to the Village people go theses days, but I remember seeing the movie at the drive -n when it first came out. (I came from a country town, there weren’t a lot of choices.) Anyway, here they are, making a come back… Or are they still going, like the Four Seasons, without the same amount of talent.

And forget to comment or share or tweet or something so you can go in the draw for the book of 366 poems.


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