A poem for somebody or nobody or anybody

by Jon Rappoport

March 6, 2019

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perfect as rain and the night I fell in love with trees and buildings on an avenue in Chicago as I was heading out of the city toward a highway that led to 66 on my way to Amarillo and cows standing in faded yellow dawn rolling up like a fancy poster for milk and war, my memory now Amarillo is a city geared a center a radiating pulse broadcasting an invasion the little diner the motel the city hall were there olive trucks and soldiers 40 years ago passing by as I was standing with my thumb out on 66 I was rooted to one spot across from the motel the whole day and no one stopped and the poster of night snapped down like a shade and I reached up toward the yellow margarine moon in the middle of a cloud I was remembering songs dozens of songs I listened to on the radio in the make believe ballroom everyone knew Sinatra was the god but in the yearly poll they would bring in someone else eddie fisher or johnny ray crying like a lost kid on the railroad tracks his mind torn up you’re on a cement playground and a kid starts crying what are you going to do he just breaks down and ten years later he’s on the front lines with his gear we heard he was a junkie heroin disappeared and then a tall rangy guy stopped his car and I jumped in he took me all the way to Albuquerque middle of the afternoon February warm I told him about the kid he said it wasn’t right the father and mother should have looked after him he shook his head he was a retired oil man couldn’t have been more than 40 said he just drove around the country visiting his family he gave me a new pair of pants and a shirt out of his trunk

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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

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7 comments on “A poem for somebody or nobody or anybody

  1. From Quebec says:

    George Strait – Amarillo By Morning (Official Music Video)

  2. codey says:

    My mom would love this. I will share it with her in another world. Thank you.

  3. Paul says:

    “…standing in faded yellow dawn…”

    “…my memory now…”

    “…40 years ago…”

    “…I was remembering songs…”

    “…and ten years later…”

    “…he took me all the way…”

    “…he (just) drove around…”

    TIMES & time

    I reckon,
    Some may see

    I’m carried along,
    More than
    single brush strokes.

  4. Kate says:

    Loved that poem. My memory of Texas is a crumby, run down apartment by the Love Field Airport infested with cockroaches and a BBQ restaurant operated by an old, black man with a big heart. X

  5. Kathleen says:

    margarine moon…beautiful! And George Strait…wow! Thank you

  6. Sarah says:

    Coming east across the 10 toward Louisiana he picked us up. Dirty. Deaf dalmation in the back a hallmark of the breed he said.
    He drank and drove while I was underage so I abstained. He points to a sign for a pawn shop I think, covered in guns.
    That’s what Texas is all about, he said:


    Guns – and Dr Pepper

    Then inspired he drove out of the way to a store he knew, just so I could have a taste of Texas how it’s meant to be tasted – out of a glass bottle.

    Then he took us to his home, bought us a pizza, had me answer the phone (when his wife called) for a laugh.

    An oil man.

  7. harold trumble says:

    Very enjoyable read, Jon.

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