From the ATX to the ATL- Andre...the poet

I made it to the ATL. Got my pen, my journal, and my laptop...I'm ready to do some damage. I am staying at the Baymont Hotel...downtown Atlanta. I had a chance to walk around the city a little...and wouldn't you know it. I ran into a poet. A 40-45 year old homeless brother by the name of Andre (but he said I could call him dre'). We made eye contact...I acknowleded him...I sat down to hear what he had to say. So this is what he told me..."I was born in Atlanta...but raised in Ohio. Where you from" I'm from Texas, Austin..."really I was in Texas a little while...stationed in (you guessed it) Killeen. Is it still hot"...yea..."I don't miss the heat...but the ladies...they were nice. Me and my boy...what was his name...all I remember was he was from New Jersey. We started a side business...male dancing (the Army didn't like that)...at a club called New York New York" (I need my hoodie who's to confirm this fact). What you doing in Atlanta? I told him I was a poet in town looking for inspiration...so he setout to inspire me...kicked a piece off book that would have received no less than two rewinds...I smiled...knowing that I was meant to be here at this moment. He pointed me in the direction of the ATL's version of the Chronicle- Atlanta Creative Loafing...Got the listing for concerts and poetry events. So I am on the path...

...after I finish this post...I am getting on the keyboard to write the intro to each of the sections in my new collection of poetry; Scriptures of Manhood.

...Tomorrow...I am doing a little football...Vikes vs the cow girls. Going to hit the park or starbucks...to write some ....get dress and head out to Java Monkey Speaks in Decatur- try to hook up with Jon Goode and company

...and then Monday ...I have to flip a coin...I'll tell you what the choices are tomorrow... holla