As I walk down Sante Fe drive late at night staring up into the moonlight that shines from high in the sky I realize how far I've come and why I'm here at the intersection of Santa Fe at Spere with a copy of King Lear and a letter sincere. Addressed to a lady that wears all red, Shakespear is her favorite author she reads him in bed. So I look at the sign of the times and check my mind to see what I might find. Meanwhile a car passes by with someone inside that I try to see but i just can't find or recognize so I slip back into my mind and continue on walking and ignoring the drug addicts talking, I could start jogging but I'm not afraid of their stalking. They could follow me to her street but they'd just get beat by their own foolish feet and have to hide in an alleyway or side street. I'm at her house now, I have been here before. I wipe my feet on the welcome mat at the door, ring the bell and drop the letter through the slot in the door onto the floor. Now that people are approaching look to see me here no more.
Reason for writing:
This poem came to me at a very strange time. One night I was walking down Sante Fe Street in Denver Colorado and all these images of old Film Noir movies from the 1940's kept coming into my mind. I kept rapping a few basic rhymes in my mind as i was walking and they eventually turned into this poem.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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