Three a.m. in L.A.

 

At 3:00 am in l.a.
you can hear
traffic
planes
the occasional helicopter
or a siren
the summer wind
an eager mourning dove
cooing before the dawn

sometimes
you can hear roosters
and you think
“why? it’s the city”
then you just
wanna
kill the rooster
so you can sleep
because its sound
is so alien
that
it gnaws at you
pecking at your soul.

the traffic
planes
occasional helicopter
or a siren
the summer wind
an eager mourning dove
cooing before dawn
are normal sounds
in l.a.
like the swish
of rubber tire against
a rainy and pot-holed road

but a rooster
is not

3 am in l.a.
is a time for reflection
of the words
that come tumbling
out of your head
bursting through
like Athena’s unusual
birth
springing from the head
of Zeus
fully armed for battle

it is time
for going back to sleep
once the words
are safely
on paper

drifting off
to the soothing
lullaby
of traffic
planes
the occasional helicopter
or a siren
the summer wind
an eager mourning dove
cooing before the dawn

07-10-2011 sometime around 3am