Time to Drink the Wine
posted 04 May 2018 by Krister Axel
I found this poem from last summer, I was in LA and I decided to walk from Downtown all the way to our hotel in Studio City, just like how I used to walk to Montmartre from the Champs-Élyseés at night when I was a kid. I wrote this along the way by talking to my phone.

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I took Beverly from 2nd Street
That’s a long way home for tired feet
Couldn’t get myself off the beat
I got these legs to move around

Everything was cold and wet
Looking for a drier bed
I couldn’t remember the words you said
So I made up something better

What is left to hand me down?
Dirty sheets and a broken crown
The motor runs but it makes that sound
Like it’s dying just by working

I couldn’t keep my game-weight down
I had to sell all the things I'd found
Pennies for a dollar-pound
Of shit I can’t replace

But I was lucky to keep my shirt
I ate some shit but it was mostly dirt
If no one’s looking does this even hurt
If I can roll out through the storm

Do I wait for the sun to shine?
Is there ever a better time
Did I learn to love the blues
By knowing someone has to lose?

Maybe nothing else is true
But that it’s time
To drink the wine

About the Author


Krister Bjornson Axel

Ogdensburg, New York

Paris, France. Madison, Wisconsin. Los Angeles. Ashland, Oregon. Ottawa. I write music, I write about music, and I write code. See also: photography, prose, podcasting. I have 1 gorgeous wife, 2 amazing kids, and many interests.

Recent Awards: 2020 ND (Photo) Honorable Mention, 2020 Accenti Writing Contest Finalist