Summertime screen door slams
rusty spring twangs its off key song
green headed fly bounces off the wire
beads of sweat run down pilfered ice box bottle
back porch guzzle quenches thirst,
cool beer drips and trickles between hot breasts
am radio hangs from a rusty nail,
Lefty Frizzell sings his tinny refrain from inside the kitchen
distant signal from coat hanger antennae
outhouse doors and hookworm
polio and fried chicken
shotgun shells and washboards
greasy fingers groping under threadbare cotton dress
Mmmmmmmm . . . summertime, and the lovin is sleazy . . . she's a humpin, with her dress so high . . . [her dress so high] . . .
ReplyDeleteNo doubt a statue, wearing high heels!
ReplyDeleteA young Jodie Foster lights up and pounds back a brew backstage on the set of Freaky Friday. "It's cool," she says to concerned passers by, "I'm the old lady character right now."
ReplyDelete"Dinosaur Victrola, listening to Buck Owens...."
ReplyDeletecoolest lyrics ever.
Some fine poetry Hermit....
ReplyDeleteWhite Trash Poetry. It's just like Beat Poetry, if the beatnicks were rednecks and heroin and pot were Jim Beam and meth.
DeleteKnown a few redneck hippies in my time...you got me at 'Lefty Frizzell sings his tinny refrain...'
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