B-Movie Dream
by Tim Dyson
The b-movie dream black
and white, full of fog and
thick smoke the color
crumby ties and cheap suits
Those lugs from the tenth
ward won’t make a mug
outta me, you wait and see,
someday, I run this town
And that blond dame singer
at the old Parrot Club
she’ll be glued to my rod
with her mits on my wad
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I am a retired HR professional living in SE Pa., with many poems published in a variety of publications.
Three Pushcart nominations and still enjoy the simple poetry I can fathom, that renders a moment’s joy or sadness.