A set of thoughts strung together hopefully as a poetic journal of one evening’s dinner mission (i.e., “Ya gotta go here!”) in Philadelphia.
Message at God’s house
August’s fulfillment
Cab to Jeno’s
Numbers rising
While fingers count
Darkness bends to light
Grease hangs in air
Destination come
Crowds imagined, gone
Untasted now tasted
Wrappings discarded
Mystery passed
Left on foot
Food surrounds
Speaking only English
In little Mexico
Markets shuttered
Curiosity set aside
Turning now
Light tempts
Walking steadily
Perhaps not wise
A man said no
All is well
Feet uncovered
Now wealth surrounds
Flowers held
Quick backward glances
Meet a hero
Stumbling forth
Not tonight
A hero’s lament
Questions of a girl
Playing the fools
Walnuts appear
Broad views subside
Wine and cigarettes lead
Directions come
Thank the studded one
Counting down
Sweet Bangkok’s found
Peter and Paul’s quest
One path found
Three tiered souls
New journeys begin
Until truth is found