I was a teenager
stuck in a
shadowy room--
wait on it:
the radio, my electronic island--
a silver trombone
skipping stones
continuous chuckles
from a golden trumpet
seeing moondust,
grandfathers’ hats
and cocktail dresses—
wait on it:
johnny cash,
jump my curb,
and johnny b. goode—
see you when I feel you,
back when
milk was so rich
and delicious.
Sources:
Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott
“Back When All Was Continuous Chuckles,” Colette Inez
“Late Night at the Pawn Shop,” Martin Espada
“Ode to American English,” Barbara Hamby
200 Sundays, Billy Crystal
Juliet, Naked, Nick Hornby
Partly Cloudy, Gary Soto
2 comments:
Now I want to know what the assignment was! Loving the jazzy feel, the rhythm that takes its time.
Found poem: Use at least five sources. Borrow words and phrases, in chunks of five words or less. Use only found words. Repeat any words or phrases you like. Write at least ten lines. Jazzy feel optional.
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