Baghdad by the Bay that city unlike any other
cold in summer were the guys bend the gender and the
pros all heeled up walk the night where Johns free range.
why you want to click your heels and Kansas ain’t the same
a wild one San Francisco render unto any gender.
i think of Minneapolis cold cold and colder
i remember Fourth Street and a hole in the wall, first come first served
offering the best of the best of the
midwest for breakfast…god man Minneapolis is cold.
i like the memories the best, not as cold and not as warm as Minneapolitans, as American as it gets.
foreign cites in America, New Orleans old but not as old as some
sings the blues of songs funerals march marching
more like a party for the departed not for the dead.
caffeine tanked up on espresso Cuban style
in Miami, Technicolor as I recall, howl howling hurricanes Miami has that rhyme
foreign yes with American Spanish spoken not Spanglish
driving down Biscayne I’m thinking San Francisco, New Orleans and Miami all foreign cities, that’s my take.
my city is L. A. I love and hate this Lady of Lights
no angels there just fast tracked cars oxymoron irony
she gets gridlocked block by block and the freeways are not free just parking lots
L. A. anyone would know Los Angeles is L.A.
come one come all, seek your fortune so many get betrayed waylaid and laid.
i spend more time in New York and Heathrow on my way to foreign cities
i’m an Xpat living in San Diego and think I’ll take a trip to L.A.
i know her so well, but i can’t
she will suck me up and spit me out she has changed
have i just stood still (?)….no you’ve changed from fields and orchards to concrete glass and steel, wealth beyond imagination
you’re not a foreign city, you are the City of Cities a desert bloom, not as old as New York the center of the universe, and like you so few can claim they were born there.
L.A. my hometown not Baghdad by the Bay
click your heels in L.A. you ain’t ever going back to Kansas
only those that can’t and leave with a rant “I hate L.A.”
L. A. you are sleek and shabby chic the car is your avatar
everyday may seem the same, ageless ugly of the ugliest beneath your under belly, you might hear “I hate L.A” with a classic cliché…start the car and drive off into the sunset
start…stop…start…stop…easier and faster getting out of Dodge.
i think i had better take a trip and see you girlie girl, my kind of woman sleek and shabby chic, i love L.A.
first i have to get my courage up.
I have been thinking of taking a little trip back to my hometown L.A. a wicked wickedly wonderful city, I love that city, easier said than done and not very far from where I live now, San Diego, California. I have spent a lot of time working and traveling and living in other American cities all of them having a “something” about them but they ain’t L.A. I have been fortunate to see and visit some of the great cities of the world, my rumination is about American cities that I love literally, and our cities are still very young compared to the cities of the world. If you have ever thought of visiting Los Angles you will either love her or hate her, no two ways about it. It is worth the trip and California is a nation unto itself…I say that because I am a Californian.