Friday, March 6, 2009
Waiting on a poem
"Again, the photo note reads:
This guy was sitting on a street corner. We passed by him and he asked, "Can I write you guys a poem?" We politely refused, but as we kept walking each of us began to consider it, and we turned around to walk back to him. He asked what we'd like a poem about, and we explained that we were on a weekend trip. He tore off a little piece of paper from something in his bag, and began typing. We asked him to read it to us, which he did, after commenting that no one ever asked him to read his poems after composing them. He was in New Orleans for a few weeks, but had previously been a street corner poet in San Francisco while in school there.
We still have the poem, of course, but I'll have to wait until after spring break to scan and upload it here. We paid him five dollars."
Posted by Ronda Broatch at 4:37 PM