poetry

i just got back from a walk down the square

to the local kentucky

to see what was cookin' down there

i looked around at the store

and the signs and the queues

lining up for that 21st century fare

i kneel down and say grace for the comforts the world bestows on me

and the great corporations providing our every need

and those big neon signs tellin' us what to eat

in every shop window goods are designed to please

oh

but i ask where is the poetry?

the day we met were both down the road

but we laughed and found comfort

with old books and walks in the rain

and reading poetry out loud

or watching old black and white films together

in the days before blockbuster came

i hear you ran off and found yourself a rich handsome fellow

to supply you with all you require

your material needs

i hope your fairytale doesn't end tragically

and in a shopping mall somewhere

you'll be down on your knees

cryin' out loud

where is the poetry?"