Speedo (Part Four) * A Poem

how many times

can I write a poem

about the greatest song

in the world…

the history of man?

The finest character

to be put on record?

I wonder

and I am at it again

my man

Speedo

in

the Cadillac

he’s making time

with the girl

of his dreams

he never takes it slow

and you may call him

Earl

but I don’t

I always refer to him

by his fancy moniker

I wish I could get

closer to him

but

he just moves so

damned fast

and he’s out of my sight

as I extend my hand to

receive a handshake

he wastes no time

and gets the point

right away

but when I get lonely

  when I am blue and alone

I just picture him

on the spinning wax

and he comes to me

and dances his

jig with the old

soft shoe

right here in the middle

of my hardwood floor

God bless him

may the light always try to

keep up with him

and shine

brightly

and you know

the best part?

 The best part is that

he will never

grow old

my main man

will never go gray or bald

and

he will never die

so long

as the world keeps spinning and

people have the need for

cool cigarettes

and

corners to

sing on

so, Speedo

keep up your

manic energy

and impress us all

with your espresso soul

and I’ll try to

catch you on the

flip side

dig that man?