a poem in my pocket

Lost Moments 2012
artwork by Nick Gentry

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.