Father Son Day at an Art District Pizza Joint
FATHER SON DAY AT AN ART DISTRICT PIZZA JOINT
“How Blue the Moon,” in speakers up above,
my son so eager for his cheese pizza.
The art district, the portion that we saw
was shadowed by a wooden carved out dove.
Where used bookstores and coffee shops excel.
So hidden by a frozen yogurt sign
a bar is opening a formal line
a step away from where we sit and smell.
The smell of garlic roasting in the stove
and we sit eye to eye, me and my son,
a joke is passed between us with a smile.
In silence our words sat on lips and dove
on our table like an accordion
as we try to make each bite last a mile.
My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more.I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family.If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com.The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.
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What an enjoyable day for father and son. Very nice poem, Jamie.
Nicely penned with original phrasing and expression of a father and son day out. Nice work Jamie.
Most delightful. I could smell that pizza and see you two sitting there.
Awesome, now I am hungry….