I am a writer. My passion is poetry. I feel words connect people together and help us to understand the feelings we share.
The streets roll up by nine is a poem written for a photo challenge. He arrive home late from work in a little village there is no where left open to dine or quench his thirst. With only a few seconds left he rushes to the liquor store then catches his breathe before starting his journey home.
"Small Town" by John Mellencamp
This poem was written from a photo prompt. Due to copyright issues I can not display this photo, but this link will allow you to view the original photo.
"The Streets Roll Up By Nine"
Arriving home late from work,
no restaurants open to dine
not a single place open to quench his thirst,
in this quaint, little village
where the streets roll up by nine.
Desperate to have a cocktail
with only a few seconds left to spare
he dashes towards to the liquor store
trying to beat the clock
before it strikes again.
White bag dangling from his hand,
motionless, breathing like he won a marathon,
taking a moment
before he starts his journey home.
"Small Town USA" by Justin Moore
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