Every Bar.

Every Bar 

by james Bezerra

Friday nights

desert downtown

Yuma refracts

all sound.

Bar music

wouldn't even

be worth

the bother

when heat

stifles day-life,

becomes resonate

echoing off

narrow streets,

artificial adobe

government buildings,

sweat bodies.

At least

this bar

is an

Every Bar.

All towns

have this

dark, locals

sticky bar.

Air this

pregnant, humid

makes here

glow loud

with sound.

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Travel Tips.

As long as we seem to be on the subjects of both travel and poetry, this is from my man Walt Whitman:

Come said the Muse,

Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,

Sing me the universal.

And this is from Lao-Tzu, though you’ve probably seen it on Pinterest:

A good traveler has no fixed plan, and is not intent on arriving.

I like to think about that whenever I go out on adventures, though I have to modulate it some. After all, Lao-Tzu died 1,700 years before the invention of non-refundable airline tickets, so, you know.

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