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Telegraph Avenue by Owen Mould August 8, 2007 All along Telegraph Avenue clots break Up, dissolve, cluster in jabbers around a steak Burrito, a guy dashing a guitar — Friends plan to meet at the 5th Amendment Bar. All night Highland throbs, a battered heart, And off Hillmont another artery starts. On Perkins Street I once lived with a girl, Who led me half-way around the world, And left me there to flatline, a burned out star, But I came pounding back to live by the lake In the holy city of Oakland, older and far From being in any way wise or great: These streets, this town, becoming everywhere Home with each word. Look! There is there! About the author: I am the Associate Editor for www.Island-Life.net, a weekly update eZine that features parody, satire, cultural events, reviews and blatant fictional accounts all focussed upon the East Bay part of the San Francisco Bay Area. We are the warmer side of the Bay. | | | |
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