Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Feeling Groovy.
OMG! Must be getting OLD just thinkin - Groovy UP to my NECK in Bills with at least TWO belladonna's who wanna SHOOT to KILL.
Can I Call-collect, my Cell-thingy in Hock, I-m ROAD-KILL.
Guess I must be getting Old, yet feelin Groovy!
Now ONCE when I was a GREEN lad...on Fern Hill, SPLENDOUR
in-da-Rushes, a B-W Film Noir, a Francois Truffaut kiss
and SEVERAL devil Women, entwined to RECIPE
my Heart, yet to be....in B-W.... UN-broken...FUNNY
how that works out!
Tra-la-la...
...But I MUST be getting OLD, for ALL my sins are now in VOGUE,
like a RETRO Fashion Magazine
somehow Groovy, a musically throw-away.
YO! Pantaloni don-t fit, my Vecchio Hipster JIVE,
my heroes ARE all dead but OMG my longtime GAL,
when WE get together, she says, I-m still Groovy.
YO! Groovy in the Morning. U Groovy in the night....
c2019,davedelacroix,sciacca-sicily.
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