Scribner's

At Scribner's Bookstore late of South Broad Street,
three floors of shelves and ladders. Aladdin's cave,
is miles, aisles of books it seemed to my small feet,

nor hands enough to grasp the largest tome save
one or two, but treasures there to fill an empty soul--
three floors of shelves and ladders. Aladdin's cave

is bright with dusty sun, parchment scented, toll
of monkish crackle and the pensive click of heels,
one or two, but treasures there to fill an empty soul

that needs to know the unknown world, how it feels
when horses rear and cities tumble through the stacks
of monkish crackle and the pensive click of heels.

I sit cross-legged, far away on my imagination's tracks.
Trains of thought ride everywhere. I'm lost and not
when horses rear and cities tumble through the stacks.

Trains of thought ride everywhere. I'm lost and not
alone among this crowd. Paper whispers play and plot
at Scribner's Bookstore late of South Broad Street,
three floors of shelves and ladders. Aladdin's cave.