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Once Upon A Time in Honfleur (Long Story Short)

1 Dec

Tried my damnedest to make it to the Erik Satie museum out in Honfluer. Trains were running funky because it was a Sunday and I ended up stranded in some podunk town that resembled something out of American Werewolf in London. To top it off, it was cold and rainy. Ended up sneaking onto the Paris bound train accompanying this pregnant French woman who spoke good English and smoked bad cigarettes. I swore I’d never go back to France, but to this day I wish I had made it to that museum.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

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CD Warehouse

11 Nov

“You ever listen to Coltrane?”

 

“No.” replied sheepishly.

I’ve heard of him but never actually listened to him.

This was an embarrassing admission.

Being in college made it seem necessary

to be listening to jazz

and not the smooth stuff that my mom listened to

over the radio

 

This clerk, Brian had similar tastes as I did.

Chances were that I’d dig whatever he recommended.

 

He handed me a copy of Greensleeves

to take back to the listening station.

As soon I as I put the headphones on and pressed play,

The world outside my brain synced up.

 

The rain fell in a rhythm and the passing automobiles

became its melody.

The people walking by cowering under their umbrellas

became percussion.

Life was finally starting to make sense.
~Edward Austin Robertson

Norman, OK

23 Oct

Something felt off about the whole night;

triggering a reaction within my psyche

lying there on the couch listening

to John Paul Jones play the Mellotron.

 

She only confirmed it–

I was surprised not one bit–

when she admitted to me later

of her mild transgression.

Although initially it felt

like a punch to the gut,

that news was much easier to shake off

than the stuff that came afterward;

which was really threw me for a loop.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

ADP

11 Oct

It was basically the worst peep show of all time.

Coming back repeatedly just to see

the same barista–

I was spending all my hard earned cash to catch a glimpse

of some bare wrist, or naked nape, possibly even some upper thigh

in exchange for expensive coffee and mediocre cuisine–

a brief show that ended

almost as soon as I received my change,

my signal to give up my place in line.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

For Real or For Play?

11 Oct

Is it possible

that you were just feigning modesty

when you shyly looked away

from my gaze?

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

Blizzard pt. 2 (For Kilkenny’s)

30 Sep

The streets were all mine.

The only cars on the road were buried.

the crisp night spread out

into a white blanket of peace.

 

Breathing deeply,

walking alone

“On Guyot” playing in my earbuds

craving a mutual smile

a wink, a flirt, a hug,

a warm beverage

or even the mere threat of a kiss.

I had just the place in mind.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson

Berkshire Wedding (For Nicole)

25 Aug

Walking her back to the old house felt natural.

I knew there was something there

but I couldn’t have imagined it would lead to this.

I calculated the odds

and I made my move

but I didn’t make it that night.

Sometimes inaction

is a form of action.

There was no pressure to do anything.

But something in the way we hugged each other that night

told me that if I ever had the chance,

I was going to go for it–whatever that meant.

I drove back to town in a heightened state of awareness.

dead sober even though I’d been drinking all that day.

I can’t say that I knew anything would happen.

But I’m telling you that I’m not surprised by any of it.

 

~Edward Austin Robertson