Dupont Circle
By sweetbrother
Twenty-Second Streetgleams outside the windowcaffeinated musiccrushes the earthe young and beautifulchatter and relaxthe scene is all the way liveI am all the way aliveDupont Circle's ghostsdon't follow me tonightI am hear among the young and healthyI am born again.Meanwhile, across the streeta drunk stumbles from a doorwayspit dripping from his chin.A companion struggles to hold him upright;it seems a lost cause.The ghosts of Dupont Circleare never far awaynot in time or distance.The guy puking across the street-does he resemble me?It couldn't be;I am here in safe comfortamong the best and brightest.Here, the Doobie Brothers sing of Jesus;here, I drink and writelike a gentle scholarYet another cab refused to carrythe drunk and his companion;his shirt is plastered with rainand other fluids.Will he get home safe tonight?A big stone church looms over the scene;maybe someone there will pray for him.It is no concern to me;I am here, warm and dryamong the young and soberThe ghosts of Dupont Circlelurk in silence,awaiting their turn on the stage.The drunk across the streethas lost his companion and his eyeglasses.His chocolate skin is wet with and tearsand other fluids.Across the street is only a few yards away;the closeness of the ghosts is measuredin years or minutesI sit here, out of placeamong the young and healthywaiting for Dupont's Circle's ghoststo claim one of the own. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 11:31 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Twenty-Second Streetgleams outside the windowcaffeinated musiccrushes the earthe young and beautifulchatter and relaxthe scene is all the way liveI am all the way aliveDupont Circle's ghostsdon't follow me tonightI am hear among the young and healthyI am born again.Meanwhile, across the streeta drunk stumbles from a doorwayspit dripping from his chin.A companion struggles to hold him upright;it seems a lost cause.The ghosts of Dupont Circleare never far awaynot in time or distance.The guy puking across the street-does he resemble me?It couldn't be;I am here in safe comfortamong the best and brightest.Here, the Doobie Brothers sing of Jesus;here, I drink and writelike a gentle scholarYet another cab refused to carrythe drunk and his companion;his shirt is plastered with rainand other fluids.Will he get home safe tonight?A big stone church looms over the scene;maybe someone there will pray for him.It is no concern to me;I am here, warm and dryamong the young and soberThe ghosts of Dupont Circlelurk in silence,awaiting their turn on the stage.The drunk across the streethas lost his companion and his eyeglasses.His chocolate skin is wet with and tearsand other fluids.Across the street is only a few yards away;the closeness of the ghosts is measuredin years or minutesI sit here, out of placeamong the young and healthywaiting for Dupont's Circle's ghoststo claim one of the own...."