These Streets of Dreamers You’ve fired up the spark within me, igniting the wheels of my mind, inspiring a cascade of new rhymes. I feel transported to an earlier time as though I’m now sitting in some last century salon or speakeasy, perhaps, half a world away that I’d only ever found in history’s pages. Hanging out in the Townhouse amid the angelic acoustics, I listen in utter fascination to the whirlwind of intellectual dialogue that surrounds me in this electric, eccentric bastion of intellectualism among these gritty city streets. It’s as if these scenes had dropped out of film or book about earlier, revolutionary times, where artists regularly attempted to push the world forwards with every single word ever to dance upon their breath. Oh, that all could see such dreams with a welcoming heart, and that they may soon drip their paint onto the canvas of reality. As I gaze upon the photographs of us gathered upon our stages, we painters, performers, and poets, who so often protest heartily for justice, I only see myself standing amongst greatness, a galaxy of rising stars and sages, joyously declaring our existence, as together we rise. May you all go far.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
Another poem inspired by hanging around the vibrant art scene in Vallejo.
The Cafe of Dreams
The Cafe of Dreams is 50 pages of new poetry by D.L. Lang, the 2017-2019 Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California.