“Blue Bayou” crackled over the worn speakers
haphazardly hung from the bar ceiling
where one lightbulb seemed to flicker in time
Michelle sauntered in
jacket shoulder pads jutting
with each stride
she elbows through the crowd
“Well,” she steams
as we all tremor
“That bolt bucket car of mine
is through!”
She slides into the booth
as we make room and order
Greek gyros all around
but for Michelle, hold the beet
[Prompt Nine]
Denise,
It’s good to see you here today! You handled these words so well! My goodness–your poem did a great job of hiding that crazy list of words. I see at least 7 in your poem! I managed to get 5 in mine. Your master use like:
“bolt bucket car of mine”
and Michelle’s
“jacket shoulder pads jutting” was great.
P.S. I’ve missed you lately at Open Write.