Tommy
lay
back
against
the rock,
and,
putting
his hands
behind his head
said
man,
i could use
me some more of
that
Joanie...
she
sure was
something,
wasn't she?
her
and that
red hair of hers.
......................................................................
Peggy
had
a tooth
missing in front,
had
a tooth
missing in front,
and when she talked,
it
made
a whistle.
Peggy Whistle was 43,
loved Scotch,
and
worked nights
at the D&J Diner.
she
also loved
her little dog, Blue.
Blue
came to
work with her
and slept on a ratty
old pillow in the back,
lifting
his head up
every time the door
opened and the bell above it rang.
Peggy never whistled any tunes,
although
you can’t say
she didn’t know any.
there
was that one
her father taught her...
you know the one...
about
that road to
wherever the hell it went.
names didn’t matter much to Peg.
nothing
did, except
for Blue
and the sound of that bell,
and
a ring
that she wore
on
her hand
after work.
she
got it
from Tim,
or
Romeo,
or
Bill...
or
whatever the hell
was the name of that dear,
sweet man.
...................................................................................................
puke-green
was
his favorite color.
it
was also
his favorite word
(or,
words, if
you wanted to
get technical about it).
anyway,
it was kinda sorta fitting
that he had already turned his
favorite color that Sunday morning
when
they found him
face down under the Penn Street Bridge.
John Yamrus…Bio
In a career spanning 50 years as a working writer, John Yamrus has published 25 volumes of poetry, 2 novels, 2 volumes of non-fiction and a children’s book. He has also had more than 2,000 poems published in magazines and anthologies around the world. Selections of his work have been translated into several languages, including Spanish, Swedish, French, Japanese, Italian, Romanian, Albanian, Estonian and Bengali. His poetry is taught in numerous colleges and universities. His website is: http://www.johnyamrus.com
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