Swing Music

Swing Music

Old man
run to fat
three legged
metal caned
suffering,
slow dancing
on the sidewalk
reaching the back porch
sitting on the old porch swing
a child
takes his place
nodding
swinging
simmering
in a thousand summers
waiting for his mother
to ask
"you want somethin' cold to drink,
Billy?"

A nodding moment
chin on chest
past summer screen doors
closing
banging
loudly
head up
eyes alert
peering
into the future
sensing
broken dreams
in an unbroken line.