Ode to Barnes & Noble
Patrick Leigh Fermor never roamed these aisles
Sir John Betjeman never rhymed these aisles
Graham Greene never despaired of these aisles
And Rod McKuen was never here alone
And anyway the two or three feet of poetry
Are hidden far away in the back behind
The puzzles, records, comics, and plastic toys
And solitaries plugged into their machines
But on a winter weekday a writer’s retreat -
A yellow pad, coffee, and a window seat
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
Ode to Barnes & Noble
Patrick Leigh Fermor never roamed these aisles
Sir John Betjeman never rhymed these aisles
Graham Greene never despaired of these aisles
And Rod McKuen was never here alone
And anyway the two or three feet of poetry
Are hidden far away in the back behind
The puzzles, records, comics, and plastic toys
And solitaries plugged into their machines
But on a winter weekday a writer’s retreat -
A yellow pad, coffee, and a window seat