Walking down Metairie Road in the middle of the night

in the middle of the night again
walking down Metairie Road
making that phone call home
daddy where are you
is this the right number
It’s supposed to ring the old phone
that will give me the right number
I’m calling from the old judo school
I’m far too old for that now
but I’ve been working late
at the bakery
daddy where are you
I’m walking home at 4 a.m.
and I don’t know who will find me
The moon is just a light bulb
and the street lights are buzzing
this sidewalk is crawling with eyes
I was working late at the bakery
in the old judo school
the phone I called has a twisted line
I’ve called a cab but
the cab doesn’t come
it’s a long long way
to being there
I’m walking home
down an empty street
the blank parking lot
the white lights
old K & B drug store
in the middle of the night
I am crawling home
it’s so silent
in the middle of the night






Dennis Formento

Dennis Formento lives in Slidell, LA, USA, near his native New Orleans. His books of poetry include Spirit Vessels (FootHills Publishing, 2018), Cineplex (Paper Press, 2014,) Looking for An Out Place (FootHills Publishing, 2010.) Dennis edited Mesechabe: The Journal of Surregionalism 1990-2001. He is the St. Tammany Parish organizer of poetry events for 100,000 Poets for Change, a network of poets for peace, sustainability and justice world-wide. His recent publications include translations out of Italian of poems by Florentine poet Cristina Campo (1923-1977), soon out from BlazeVOX, and a few of his own poems translated into Italian in the bioregional publication, Lato Selvatico.  


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Sunday, February 6, 2022 - 22:35