19th Avenue Every town has a 19th Avenue. Oh--they might not call it that. It may be Main Street, Central, Or even Back Street. It's a place where cars and people Meet headlight to face, Where ladies sell tamales And holiday flowers, Where men spit on sidewalks And the homeless panhandle Long after the downtown office Workers have started their jobs. Yeah, 19th Avenues smell of Exhaust fumes, burned hamburger grease, And the discarded refuse of old dreams, On the way to somewhere, or nowhere. copyright 2001 Linda Lee Curtis
Reason for writing:
I wrote this as I was waiting for a bus
on 19th Avenue.
Birth sign: Aries
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