Surrounded by concrete canyons
Flying SUV's going nowhere really
Chirping cell phones
An unending tide of humanity
Shots fired News at six
Yet another protest about who knows what
Headline News blaring 24/7
Snake oil politicians of all stripes
Like portly carnival barkers
Casting for votes
I have been here to long
Sanity preserved by escape
Just a few days
None of it invades this private place
In these woods
It's decades ago time travel backwards
Filled with mementos from an era
My soul remains to this day
The old kitchen table
Arborite top and chrome metal legs
Vinyl covered chairs slightly tattered
Frigidaire icebox still going strong
Walls adorned with pictures and signs
Flying A gas, Burma Shave here
The old Blaupunkt HiFi plays records
I have stashed away
On couch in the evening Scotch in my hand
Letting the music take me back
To a place I understand
The stress drains away
Basking in the glow
Of the wagon wheel chandelier
Thought, memories
And a reinvention of my inner self
Flows freely
As the calendar steps back reading 1956