Good Morning, America

 |   |  1 min read

Good Morning, America (2005)

wake early

that is the time

to see

the other America . . .


the young men

picking through garbage

collecting cans

bagging bottles

for refund money


and

the old women

talking to invisible companions

piss-stained pants

swollen feet

in torn slippers


the old men

shuffling to empty benches

bottles in brown bags

sleeping deeply

in warm sunshine


discarded butts

on scuffed sidewalks


the wheelchair people

the lame

the lost


supermarket trolleys

on the move

at dawn


from the cops

from the stares

from the other people

from the other America

This poem was prompted by time in Sacramento, California. See this travel story.

Share It

Your Comments

post a comment

More from this section   Something articles index

BADFINGER and HARRY NILSSON: Without them, no Without You

BADFINGER and HARRY NILSSON: Without them, no Without You

Behind most hit songs -- perhaps even behind many songs -- there can be an interesting story. As songwriters tell us in the Famous Elsewhere Songwriting Questionnaire, very few songs dropped fully... > Read more

RANDOM RADIO (2015-16): Archived radio spots

RANDOM RADIO (2015-16): Archived radio spots

Because Elsewhere is so eclectic in its taste, Graham is frequently invited on to various radio programmes to discuss music, great concerts and the passing of some greats (and there have been a few... > Read more

Elsewhere at Elsewhere

Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg: Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg (Light in the Attic)

Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg: Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg (Light in the Attic)

Sex sells. It certainly sells the idea of maturity when former popettes decide to ditch the little sister look and get into barely-there leathers. Adults of course find this tasteless and the kids... > Read more

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT . . . YOKO ONO: The noises from within

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT . . . YOKO ONO: The noises from within

Yoko is a concept by which we measure our pain -- New York graffiti, 1970. A voice that comes once in a lifetime; unfortunately it came in ours -- Critic Jim Mullen, 1992... > Read more