Afternoon Poem, February 1, 2017


When Elvis was in the Army

Wendy and Doug and them boys ran this neighborhood

They was out late at night all the time then

Loafing on the school lot and out in front of Ranson’s Grocery

Making shadows in the light from the streetlamps

Making fun of the younger kids playing basketball

Out behind the school.


Wendy talked like he owned a car

He said he was working on it

And it was just about ready to go

But he didn’t want anybody to find out about it.


They had black-leather jackets, everyone of them but Doug

Never zipped them, even in the winter

And ducktail haircuts

And knew an old man who’d give them a drink.


copyright 2017

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