Like a Rolling Stone

Nostalgic waves

Of life

In Lou Reed’s



Struck a

Blacktop vinyl


In me

As I lingered back

To Jersey

With thumbs

Tucked to

Faded jean loops

And a

Lurking crosswalk


Glaring deep

Beneath whatever

Hidden layers

I’ve ever


Over with

Introverted concrete.

(Photo taken by me.)

Looking for a new read? Take the car out for a moonlit drive 🌙 , roll the windows down 🚗 , crank up the jukebox oldies 🎵 , and check out my debut poetry collection Strange Cars in the Night on Amazon today.

Also, be sure to find me on Instagram @ blankpagesofmine and say hello!

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