Superhero

My dad would raid

      the jukeboxes

            of North End mob joints

      and steal the soulful records

            that didn't get much play

in those deeply racist places.

 

It's how I ended up

      with "Rock the Boat"

            and "Everybody Plays the Fool."

      Hand-in-hand

            with "Brandy, You're a Fine Girl"

and "A Horse with No Name"

 

were the sounds of Detroit

      and Philadelphia.

            I was the coolest white kid

      in East Boston

            at the age of six

and didn't even know it.





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-29 at 21:08

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Sameen
Man, that ending is killer. And so is the whole poem
2023-11-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
He'd have been roughed up for sure if he'd snatched anything by Old Blue Eyes.
2023-11-29