Thoughts while at a stoplight

Stopped at the corner of 16th and Main
I hear the clock
(Tick Tock)
The old Main St. station built in 1901
conceived then flooded then burned then discarded
then revived
(Tick Tock)

The stoplight at the corner of 16th and Main
Takes forever
(Tick Tock)
They call this place The Bottom
Yes
I have crawled my way through mischievous crowds
sucking bourbon through straws like water
(Tick Tock)
singed by cigarettes
(Tick Tock)
sitting brazenly on a bar stool writing poetry
(Tick Tock)

The building over there was once a restaurant
(Tick Tock)
They served fried plantains and crawfish. Yes.
I met a man there once
Who smelled of sea breeze, cloves, and miracles
(Tick Tock)
I can’t remember his name
(Tick Tock)

These smoldered bricks have stories
Yes
Settled deep within the moldy spores and mortar
(Tick Tock)
Crumbling and broken
Passed by seldom thought of like the world forgot that once upon a simple time they mattered. 
(Tick Tock)
They were symbols of growth
(Tick Tock)
And unity
(Tick Tock)
And fame.
(Tick Tock)
(Tick Tock)

The light at the corner of 16th and Main takes forever.
(Tick Tock) 
What the hell was his name?

 

Richmond, Virginia