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 still eighteen
All of his better days most assuredly have long been
seen
Boppin’ around like his mind’s finally gone
Wailin’ the lyrics to some ole cryin’ sad-song
Deep-singin’ a tender-hearted cadenced rockin’-beat
roar
Rainbows!
Butterflies! Unicorns! Spirit-wild fantasy-soar
Always been a Rebel!
Rascal! Rogue! Rapscallion! Individual!
Longevity-borrowed the universal-cosmos eternal
energy-residual
“He just needs a straight-jacket,” grudging admirers-plead
Careful! He bought a new convertible: Shiny-bright-red!
“Proud-tallies myriad ‘hot’ speeding-tickets,” he
said.
Amen!
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