soulscape

Heartbreak at my computer moniter
I hear the cars outside cutting the air, as they
Rush to urgent appointment or lazy rendezvous
Never mind that this is the City of Angels, brother to Hollywood
Younger cousin to the Big City in the East
Because it is an airless night in my room
With the hum of my processor
and the muffled chatter of the living room television
the only angels offering their hymns tonight

They say a lot happens in this town
That it entices you with the possibilities
Follow the trails of green paperback and you will find
What you look for
Exotic curries, glittering martinis, short skirts and silk shirts
Lining the Boulevard
But in a city of millions, a lonely soul calls out into cyberspace,
“It’s 9:30, going out for drinks at 10:30, anyone want to join me!?”
An exclamation and a question at the same time

Heartbreak in a four-sided room
With a small window in which to listen to the world
And sometimes peek through
In a city of millions, I wonder who to call tonight
And yet ignore the calls that come in
In a city of millions, I wonder who to meet tomorrow
Because the air in here grows stale
In the City of Angels, a believer of God
Can get lost too, amidst all the work that must be done