Ode to Jack…

Original text by Susan M. Kirschbaum

Gimme a Beat

Yeah, baby, you’re driving us down Route 66

And we’re writing poetry along the way

And we drink till we drop on top of one another each night,

at a new Motel 6 that we call “kitsch”

And we self indulge as long as we need to nurse these illusions

to boost our shaky self esteem(s)

And, and, and and, and and….

 (*Photo & memories, flashbacks.)