BLUES AT THE RISING SUN she's my sweet little thing, he groans heads nod feet tap because she left him and he's gonna kill anyone who messes with her you don't come between the sweet little thing and her lover boy if you know what's good for you inevitably someone comes along to warm her heart and steam her loins someone you could never know you don't even want to know his name he changes her every time he looks at her he raises her on his wings into the warm summer sky while you stand in the frozen storm ringing the bell hammering on the door across town she's yelling at her 3-year-old daughter give back the man his money he just laughs and says that's all right honey you just keep the money, go get yourself a doll and leans back on the sofa, settling in for the night blow smoke rings at the light the night and the blues check out the girl with the frizzy hair this is all about how everybody needs some kind of insurance policy because you never know what's coming down down the stairs she flips her hair throws back her head and sways to her seat bouncing hips and confidence shakes her head when asked a question culture shock for the girl from Defiance, Ohio this is mojo country I'm everything to everybody I snap my fingers you feel the pain baby! baby! baby! baby! I want to pick you up in my arms and whirl you around the dance floor your face the face of every woman I loved and still you and your warm breath on my neck and the lights in your eyes shine red like the rising sun The next day, John Newlove talks with Gzowski about poetry. Newlove says there's no reason to write a poem it's a foolish thing to do. By the way, asks Gzowski, what's this post-modernism anyway? Who knows? they laugh. It doesn't get any better. Is poetry popular? and... John, are you popular? and... are poets making a living at it? Are they like other working people, getting up in the morning, having breakfast, then writing their poems? Name two, challenges John. OK, let's hear you read your poems, and can you talk about what we're supposed to be getting out of it? Are we missing out on something? The private world of poets writing for themselves and other poets writing for themselves and other poets. But British publishers say poetry is back in style, attributing the surge and flowering of poetic writing and reading to a new aggressive approach to marketing poetry, which has gone a long way toward changing its dry, elitist image. Back to No Parking Index |