Me & Bing
sit with feet hanging
toe in dewy blades
digging
in mud
radio serenades
enchanting lull
of big band
jazz and
blues
lazily drift and mix
with lemony eucharis
and flaming
dahlia
plump splatters
pound the side
of my 1954 travel
trailer
once silver
now primed to
a rusty sheen
close my
eyes
drift to the smoky bar
hidden tables and dusty glow
illuminating
that
freckled girl
with Crosby
on her arm
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