What To Do In San Francisco
Ride the F Market up and down Market Street, discussing politics with the old man in the seat in front of you and the teenager, her hair dyed pink and purple and green,on the seat across the aisle.
Walk up to the Twin Peaks Lookout and instead of taking pictures of the view, take pictures of the tourists.
Smile at the panhandler outside the Civic Center Muni Station near the Main Library and drop a dollar in his cup. He will tell you you’re beautiful and one of God’s creatures and wish you well for the day.
Wander through the ruins of the Sutro Baths when the surf is high and the sun is shining. Then have pancakes at Louie’s Diner overlooking the ruins and leave the waitress a piece of sea glass along with a generous tip.
Give your book of Charles Bukowski poems as a thank you to the pony-tailed, bearded bus driver who, seeing you half a block away and running madly for the bus, waits for you at the stop, and commands you to “step up , darlin’, step up” as he opens the bus doors.
Shop at Thrift Town on Mission for $15. 45 worth of mis-matched china plates.
Listen to the old lady on the corner of Castro and Market, every Friday evening at 5 as she plays her cello, a blue and orange bandana wrapped around her elegantly-shaped bald head. Be sure to put a buck or two in her open cello case and then revel in the smile that fans across her face ever-so gracefully. She is one of San Francisco’s finest.
Nap in the rose garden in Golden Gate Park, your arm flung across your face as a shield protecting you from the sun’s rays.
Sit in Union Square, watching the shoppers hurry by with their red Macy’s bags and share an orange with the bum to your left. He will speak to you then about Aristotle, Immanuel Kant, Emerson and Thoreau and expound on the Beauties of the Universe.
© Birdstory Publications, 2008
(Saturday's poem is still in process and as yet, completely unworthy of posting.)