Fast Food Lines

Fast Food Lines

A Poem by John B. Bolling

Fast food lines and abandoned cars

Symbols of how far we have come

The road illuminated by neon lights

Vacancy signs try to replace the sun

 

Stargazers swoon over the full moon

The ascent of which has only begun

Binoculars dangling from their necks

To discover where they came from

 

In a muddied field lies an old home

A bygone era with curtains undone

Haunted by the footsteps of a child

To thoughts morose he did succumb

 

Above the house the moon is rising

In its glow the view turns winsome

Even the tombstone looks endearing

Air now tainted with the scent of rum

 

With the moon’s descent the lines fade

Anticipating the advent of another day

In linen-lined beds so neatly made

Their places in line forever saved

 


© 2010 John B. Bolling



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Wow, the imagery in this poem is beautiful. It was really meaningful too. I enjoyed reading it.

I do, however, wish that the font was a little bigger. I could hardly read it.

Posted 3 Years Ago


An exceptional, and descriptive write of one who is searching, and meshing the past with the present, and contemplating the future!..............vacancy signs try to replace the sign.....wonderful line of comparison!
It is a sad write, but this sadness is expressed in a way that grabs, and holds on!
Well done!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on January 11, 2009
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John B. Bolling
John B. Bolling

Long Island, NY



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