April 2, 2019
Sixteen Not sweet, but punk rock Wrapped in swing A vintage dress Covered in red roses Red chucks to match Red lips to boot Hair curled and pinned Charleston And east coast meets west coast At the corner of California and 22nd Ascending narrow steps Above the din Of poetry To a hardwood floor Covered in revelry Red Hot Tomatoes Sounding horns Above dancing feet “It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing...” Red roses and Red Hot Tomatoes Red lips Red chucks Red cheeks of youth in bloom Lindy hopping around the room Flying in the air The crimson roses on cream silk tear Safety pins Held it all together Til the end of the night A dress in tatters Bursting at the seams A heart full Bursting at the seems Sweet sixteen
