SAN FRANCISCO POETS
Jerry Ferraz
Jerry Ferraz has been steadily weaving his unique tapestry of songsmanship beyond folk and "alternative" since the late sixties. Like the original troubadours of southern France, his work displays a mastery of meter and rime and celebrates the mysteries of love and epiphany. He breaths new life into the spirit of romance and chivalry as he wanders the ways of courtship and service to the beloved seeking the divine within the commonplaces of everyday existence.
Bon Homme to the bone!SLOW TRAIN WRECK
SLOW TRAIN WRECK
It's not my job to say what time
this train is 'sposed to run
it's not my place to blow the horn
not even clang the bell
But if this train should jump the track
just see who catches hell
... Epigram on the wall at the Muni Barn
In the soft and dreamy silence…
the knowing smiles on the faces
of the loco motives meet
head-on
in a comic collision
a cartoon catastrophe
in sloooow motion
all the sleepy-eyed floppy cars
stacking up like so many pancakes
as far as the eye can see
in both directions
and it just keeps on comin'
this infinite pile-up on Main street
where all the empty baggage of the world
falls out
like just another roadside premonition
Truth and Reason
asleep at the switch
These lines runnin
off the rails of a dream
Then hear that lonesome whistle blow
when there's no place left to go
f i n a l l y Wisdom arrives
and we realize
there ain't no engineer
there's only Love or Fear
Doubt or Affirmation
the old conundrum
put to us by fate
is you is
or is you ain't
my opposite?
O where in all the mortal wreckage
can we find the magic
throttle of Spring
that puts our dreams
back on track again
where did the time go
but in a little crazy circle
and where does the dream go
but in my coffee
© Jerry Ferraz, 2009
more Poetry by Jerry Ferraz
Guitarra
Zen Fable for Philip Whalen Roshi
Triptych of poems for Susan Birkealnd
Pieta for Tony Vaughan
Love Ad Infinitum for Nicole
Satori in Spring
The wandering Troubador trudges on through the dense fog of contemporary policitical high jinx and cosmic malaise leading us back to the pure fount of neo-classical animism and blind faith through song and experimental flights of musical inspiration we here designate
"tru-bop"
Jerry Ferraz hosts the Poetry reading and open mic
at Bird and Beckett Books and Records on
the 1st & 3rd Monday of Each Month