Do I dare try
to record it all
capture it
before it disappears
these days it's tucked
back in the corner or
shoved to the side
by beltways and highways
it's called
the Golden Crest
but it could be any crest
in any town the gravy train keeps passing by
an art deco wonder
a hot number
when cars had fins
and
I wish I could
describe it more
but I was not there
and can only look
beyond
the chain link fence
for something a sign
of fire or just
a spark of what it once was
but do I dare try
to rekindle
something we might not ever come back from
© Whit Howland 2019
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
Do I dare try
to record it all
capture it
before it disappears
these days it's tucked
back in the corner or
shoved to the side
by beltways and highways
it's called
the Golden Crest
but it could be any crest
in any town the gravy train keeps passing by
an art deco wonder
a hot number
when cars had fins
and
I wish I could
describe it more
but I was not there
and can only look
beyond
the chain link fence
for something a sign
of fire or just
a spark of what it once was
but do I dare try
to rekindle
something we might not ever come back from
© Whit Howland 2019
An existential journey.
