Faucet

So many hands that ever turned this faucet….

So many hands that ever turned this faucet

Have gone to rest, they’re sleeping underground;

Or had their ashes spread upon the desert,

With only wind for company, or sound —

 

We all get our few turns here at the faucet,

But don’t be fooled by rust, neglect or age;

How many turns we get, there is no knowing,

Just our few lines, and then

We leave the stage

The Varsity

A vital part of the Atlanta scene.

The year that my father was born
The Varsity got its start;
And eighty-six years later
It is still a vital part

Of the Atlanta scene – the largest
Drive-in anywhere.
You should stop in and try it
If you happen to be there

It’s strange to think throughout the lives
Of my father and me
That place has stood there all this time
A drive-in redwood tree

Disheveled

No matter how we were before.

Disheveled

The theory should be prevalent
That time is a dishevelant
No matter how we were before
We don’t look that good anymore

Because time has a careless way
Of leaving us in yesterday;
Bewildered, then we look around
As new tomorrows weigh us down

The Changing Face

Rorschach of Watchmen

We all wear a changing face
To reflect what we’ve been through
Whatever we escape – or chase –
Our visage is akin to

For though we may imagine
That we author our own book
The changing face of Time decides
Exactly how we’ll look

1928 Store Window

Atwater Kent Radio Equipment Display
Atwater Kent Radio Equipment Display

A woman I know is ninety-two
When she was six years old
Living in Georgia
The window display above was being seen
In New York City

For the well-to-do
Far from the rural life of the south
Dreams of a wired future
Were on display

Pooley cabinets, normal cabinets
Models 30, 32 and 35
With and without H horns
Were the absolute leading edge of technology

Things far too primitive for us rural-dwellers now
Were once the height
Of urban sophistication