The lights of Havana
by Steve Joos
Thursday, March 03, 2005
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A radio station, street lights, theater signs, car dealers, piped in music at a supermarket. This is a view of a small town after dark.
The sun goes down and casts a long, deep shadow
across the red brick streets like an antebellum lamp
as the mists off the river bake the red brick buildings.
The movie marquee fades and flickers
while awaiting the coming attractions.
The city lights bathe the silent streets and
shine in the storefronts.
A soft white desk lamp gives
the radio station teletype
the third degree,
The neon Pontiac sign hums
a solitary tune
as the IGA stereo
plays a jazzy generic number.
And on Halloween,
a lamp in the hardware store
pops out of a stove
with the face of an
office girl vampire
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|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|hahaha delightful read surprising ending
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was wonderful, so full of soft memories and beauty, Loved this,
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You really captured the atmosphere of this place and allowed your readers to experience it, Steve. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|beautiful glimpse of your town...or is it your town?|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Great write....I was walking those streets with you reading this!!
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Yup that is small town living :-) Been in a few and now work for the IGA LOL. Great write.|