Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Dusky Lady Peggy Sue
Dusky lady Peggy Sue I take your hand And usher you Across the broad street I drape my Armani coat For you to trod on and Wipe your muddy Gucci You balked at the lobby Of the movie house Vehemently denying The cries of orphans, Battered wives, Bad Boy stunts and Dolphy jokes But like a Muzak track Wired in your tympani The sound track Goes round and round A dirge, a kundiman, a rhythmic “Pasion” from toothless hags Gatorade asks, Is it in you? Coke says it’s the real thing You smile at the face In the muddy puddle Dusky lady Peggy Sue