Iconic

Rally call.

If only this Shofar could talk,
Sold out crowds and Bustling streets.

If only this Shofar could smell,
Beer breath and Coastal air.

If only this Shofar could dance,
Hippie spin and Chassidic bounce.

If only this Shofar could reminisce,
Beatniks and Revelution.

Now in off season, this Shofar looks so small.
But so is the world.

This Shofar’s voice will never dwindle.
He yearns too strongly for Jerusalem.

Berserkly!

To Quote Reb Moish, the Cliftoner Rebbe.
"What a cooked city"

My S.F.

Haight Ashbury.

Golden Gate Park.

Gan Eden or what?

Jerry's Kosher Deli.

Nancy is on acid. Tonight she possibly dined on “shrooms”.
For ten years now nobody has asked her to leave.
Yet sadly, nobody ever accepts her invite to dance.

In a universe all alone she waves and she spins. But her act is outdated
Even her dog seems tired and indifferent.

THOMAS is quick with a smile, or a good word.
Why not? The tips are more generous and it’s easier to bum a smoke.

Still, I am sure there is another place Thomas would rather be.
Lounging by his television set, or in his woman’s arms seems like good bets.

WILLIE could have been another Bob Dylan.
But there were so many before him and “The times they are changin”
With his art and his words of wisdom Willie rules the patio.

Out of the kindness of the heart
All give Willie a drag. All give Willie a gulp.


JAKE looks more professor than musician.
But that does not stop him from playing the tunes and moving the crowd.

True his glasses keep sliding down his nose
And between each song he drinks yet another beer.
But the city has taught Jake - it’s all about the music and not the flare.

RACHEL plays hard to get, night in and night out.
Still, the guys all fight for attention.

In any other joint she would be indiscernible.
But here, with her choice of red wine, healthy diet, school degree and opinion on the world
Even the band is dedicating songs to her.

ME, I am noticed, but tonight all of mankind is one.
I interact and I learn.
But I know, within the haze, my farewell is everlasting.

G.G.P.

I walked the green mile
In search for the prize.
I walked the green mile
My colors disguised.

The jogger ran by,
A millionaire with speed.
The homeless rolled through,
Empty bottles in need.

The Innocent children
Flew their kites so high.
The rebellious teenager lay tired
unafraid to die.

He mumbled he jumbled,
But for his wisdom I did not come.
He was paranoid and indecisive,
After his soccer ball he did run.

I turned my back,
Heading home.
I smiled to the moment,
This time I wasn’t alone.