• Rate this poem
5
Sending
User Review
5 (3 votes)

From Main Street To Walmart

written by: John Grey

 

The movie house marquee is devoid of coming attractions.
Nothing’s been on its way for as long as I can remember.

The bench outside the shuttered hardware is empty.
The old men who once held court there
have gone the way of one-of-a-kind stores.

Those are train tracks crossing Main Street.
But they’re not in active service.
And, these days, in few memories.

At least the bakery’s still open.
The muffins are fresh.
The donuts are plain.
And they’ll frost you a cake
phrased with anything you like,
even “Andy loves Roy.”

Every stroll through the old town
is like a walking tour –
of the past, the present.
But there’s no future on display.
Unless, of course, you give the crafts place
another year at most.

But there’s still folks out strolling,
stopping to chat or stare in windows.
Even the vacant ones
if windy hair needs fixing.

Sure, five miles down the road,
there’s a big box store
that’ll sell you just about anything.
But the walk is from your car across the parking lot.
There’s nothing for nostalgia to work with.

John Grey

John Grey

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dunes Review, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Qwerty, Thin Air, Dalhousie Review and failbetter.
John Grey

Latest posts by John Grey (see all)

Read previous post:
Prisoner Five Eight, commentary by John Lane at Spillwords.com
Prisoner Five Eight

Prisoner Five Eight written by: John Lane   With most business on lockdown, more and more stringent rules to enter...

Close