Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 31: High wind to Jamaica

Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Milano-Froid, No. 31:  High Wind to Jamaica


Once upon a time, the kids
seemed happy
and Mom and Pop
got along;
the Iced-cream vendor
(who'd trolley by)
was FAT, dispensing
Iced-cream
at six pence a'pop
and wasn't a paedophile.

Once upon a time, there was
sparkle
in the water
and Mamma ALWAYS
had "sumptin'"
cooking on the stove;
the boys sang BAYOU
on the patio
and things seemed SO much
more
in the YAW of your JAW;
all the days gone down.

Down? Banjo? Mandolin?
GUITAR!?
...the echo of your sweethearts
piano lessons, hesitant,
staccato, yet wrapped
on a hot summer's eve?
And your grandma's soft wail:
"Did the family turn out so right
or wrong?"

Banjo? Mandolin? GUITAR!?
-in ALL tomorrow's Blues;
corrugated,
that inate fever, unleashed;
to become
a sea shore breeze,
that sets a sail
to a high wind to Jamaica?


c 2013/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/piacenza/Augusto/italia...:)