Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Post Christmas Kerouac Blues. by Melanie Browne


Drinking an apple cider toddy
on the strand in Galveston,
I am watching
a table of bikers
soaking up extra sun
they don't really need

their shiny bikes
on the street,
and nearby
a couple sits,
the  woman with
a smoker's cough
and even less
reason to worship
the sun

a few minutes earlier
we walked past a half-opened
'Letters -to -Santa' mailbox
with soggy heartfelt
letters and I couldn't
help but peek inside
knowing it was wrong,
but all I could see
was 'Dear Santa'
with wet blue ink
running down the page

The smoker's cough lady,
the bikers,
the letters to Santa,
The Apple Cider Hot Toddy,
probably didn't even happen








Melanie Browne is a poet and fiction writer living in Texas. She has been published in various journals and 
online literary magazines such as Pulp Metal Magazine. She has also been included in several anthologies, 
including Zombies Galore and Everyday poets 2.

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