Saturday, April 29, 2006
rolling by in skates and pastels and – oh
Pillbox hats.
golden curls and red nails
underneath pale fluorescent.
checkered tiles;
Retroism.
jukebox babbles
- ahundredandseventytwo songs,
you dare me to dance with you.
black leather& polka dots
we are a spin of flowers galore
underneath the disco ball.
carnations on the tables,
a Cadillac outside.
burgers&fries, and soda.
bubblebubble Pop
- fizz splashing against diner tops.
I love rock ‘n roll
so put another dime in the jukebox, baby.
you taste like strawberrychocolatesundae
you taste like chilli&ketchup&hotdogs;
rolling on my tongue.
as we sit in the drive-in
larger-than-life people
who teach us all we know.
your black leather, against my polka dots.
in the backseat of the Cadillac.
cola in a bottle - threatening to spill.
you fold little hearts
from forlorn straws.
and you whisper;
you are my rock ‘n roll queen.
Threw the stars ;11:34:00 PM
