Monday, December 26, 2022

A Neighbor in West Hollywood by John Drudge

“This ain’t no Lindbergh baby”
She would say
Holding her belly
With a cock-eyed smile
Like they do in the south
When the sun goes down
“You won’t catch me
In no forest tonight sugar
I don’t need no more sin”
He always smiled
Back at her
Although he didn’t know
What she was talking about
Most of the time
But she was funny
In a tragic way
And she was always
Nice to him
For a hooker
From the strip
In the lobby
Of a motel
Off sunset
Behind the Copper Penny

 

 
 

John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.

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