Halifax 1995 ~Poetics~dVersePoets

Halifax 1995

On a hazy August evening

cruising across the harbour

on the bridge to the sky.

Lights dance in the distance.

The smell of salt water and car exhaust

And the deep fryers scent

fries long gone cold.

The sound of the Hip

echoes against the pavement

The paddy wagon cruises slowly by

Not tonight boys, I yell

and grind my cigarette deep into

the cracks of concrete unsettled

and we dance down another street

cobbled and crooked.

Coffee at the wave on the waterfront,

strong enough to blister through

the surreal buzz of the netherworld

while I catch up on summer romances

written against the crest, lipstick and spray paint.

Seems ol' Frances didn’t love him as much

As he thought, broken hearted

we dance back up to the Deuce

where music touches your soul

and skinheads touch other things

in dark pool rooms

where the punks only tolerate them

So long, so long ago

When the city was exciting

And nothing to be feared

August 1995

Would laugh at me now

Much the same, as I laugh at me then.

It's Saturday! And that means it's time for Poetics at dVersePoets.  Honestly, when Claudia gave the call to go urban...my mind blanked. Add to that a busy afternoon...and all I had to rely on was some tattered old memories, from what seems like so long ago.  Halifax has a ton more to offer by way of history and culture...but those Friday Nights...late summer....those were the best!

So the tune came later than '95....but I thought it fitting! And we are poets...so we'll have no trouble picturing this taking place at the now no more Misty Moon, on Barrington Street. :)