it was the hot summer of ’59
the heat dragged on and on;
migrants sweated in the fields,
youth rumbled in parking lots
after cruising’ saturday night.
bobby left me for a prettier girl
but i didn’t care; i’d have a
smoke, quick slick a rat tail
comb thru my cropped hair
and find me a better boy,
one who really understood
what was inside me, yeah.
Thanks to Nick Gentry, http://www.nickgentry.com
for sharing his artistic inspiration with d’Verse poets today.