Written November '17, revised and re-titled November '18.

A Wednesday in November

Lost in translation.

November libraries

in South Shore cities.

Bank-tellers crisply

counting the minutes

till lunch, till dusk.

College-town pubs

serving hot chocolate

with the Daily Deal.


Warehouse basement

doubling as a venue

for open-mic poetry.

Allergic reaction

to soapbox evangelists

among rutting pigeons

in Winthrop Park.

Off-color tabloids

blaring your private

wishes and dreams

with neon subtlety.


Walking against

bright north wind,

blinding cold.

Filling out paperwork

for cyberbureaucrats.

Getting offline

at half past seven

for eggs, for exercise.

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Written on 2017-11-13 at 04:01

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This has it all. Well done :)

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I suppose that Tuesdays and Thursdays are completely irrelevant, and Saturday and Sunday would be another poem altogether. I enjoyed this.

It reminds me of an old, old song I have heard that goes through the days of the week. It had a catchy soulful tune that stays in your mind, but I can't remember the name of it. circa 1940's I think. Before either of us was born. :)

Wednesday, Friday and Monday. Wonderful use of poetic phrases in your work. I like them all very much.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! I like this work, very much, Thomas.


by Thomas DeFreitas