Rock ’n Roll
“Hey! Old man!” The chirpy urchin taunted
Purposely ignored him, onward, I jaunted
Petted flop-eared black rabbit, Mr. Timothy
Checked the doves to see how they might be
Then opened wide each tinted car window
Maxed the volume to beyond and then I go
Rumbling down the street as neighbors stare
That old guy to this world surely has no care
Which way at Main, a considered decision
An easy given choice, a practiced condition
Lottery with my last dollar tucked in a pocket
Hope to win this time so my car I won’t hock it
“He swaggers like he’s already won”
“I’m the luckiest man under the sun!”
Crank the music, cruising Main Street I roar
To that rhythmic Rock ’n Roll beat spirits soar
Walkers and snow-cone buyers, they wonder
Might storm, thought they’d heard thunder
Just that gleaming chariot driver, thinks he’s
eighteen
All of his better days most assuredly have been seen
Boppin’ around like his mind’s finally gone
Wailin’ the lyrics to some ole cryin’ sad song
“He just needs a straight jacket,” grudging admirers
said
Careful! He bought a new convertible: shiny bright
red!
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