faceless man against an urban backdrop in a fictional San Francisco

Market Street at 3AM

Market Street at 3AM

Two quarts and a five,

splashes of


yellow & red,

glass shatters,

a speed freak
on crutches,

and the barefoot
drag queen




“immediate move in”

You can Fail but you can’t Flop

as the last drunk

staggers onto the bus.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1984-2018

revised June 13, 2018

25 thoughts on “Market Street at 3AM

    1. It’s interesting that you picked up on the color. When I wrote this I was strongly influenced by Gertrude Stein and her idea that we can use words the way an artist would use paint. I wanted the poem to feel vivid and alive. It’s funny how we view our own work as we acquire new skill. I see a thousand things wrong with that image but I can see that it works. I have to remind myself that I’m still a novice when it comes to making images. Thank you for your comment. I appreciated it.

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      1. I know what you mean about finding flaws in our own work. And as an artist, you know what you’d like to improve on, but to the viewer, we assume our own interpretations. After all, isn’t that what art is about – interpretation? πŸ™‚


      1. Human nature. We accept what we see every day. The sight of public destitution shocks me because I remember when such a sight was unthinkable in the United States. My grandmother taught me those nations that abandon their sick and elderly are barbaric, that America is a civilized nation, which is why so many people come here.

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      2. On the day of the first lunar landing my Grandmother remarked that she was a child when the first planes took off and in her lifetime, men had landed on the moon. My Grandmother was only in her late 60’s at the time.

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