Edward Hopper Painting
Badly lit street, through a partly steamed up
café window I can see an Edward Hopper
man dressed in a brown suit and hat which
he keeps on, while eating fries and drinking
black coffee, trying to slow down time.
Wears his underwear too long, doesn’t
change beddings for months, his depressing
rooms are unaired and smell of loneliness;
middle aged and divorced he just exists, and
has a loser’s look of unspoken despair.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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