Dream Sequence # 1 “STOOD AT THE BUS STOP IN THE COLD WIND”

The beat of America is

Dead as we know it,

As the rhythm of one foot

Steps after another

Into a Immortal Oblivion of tranquility and lost dreams,

Forgotten

And left with no way home




Written by Michael Ubaldini - taken from the Book 'Lost American Nights'
published Moon tide press
copyright
library of congress