At the Hollywood Plaza With Eddie and Dolores

Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores” (Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading). she be smelling mighty good my dolores she be my mexican chick from silver lake man her deep brown eyes hypnotize me her momma say she like me and my ford I be driving a red ’46 super deluxe coupe my catholic beads be hanging down from the rearview mirror they tap like dancers tonight she be dressed for eating burgers my dolores she and her tight green dress we be cruising the miracle mile for shows when she say she want to see cary grant i say you mad girl but let’s go to the plaza in hollywood we can sit close in the lobby we can listen to the organ music and kiss maybe we see cary grant walking by there maybe your big dream come true tonight now we be kissing under fiery chandeliers the flashy famous people be passing us by the organ whining from a distant corridor howling like a ghost in a greasy graveyard my sweet dolores she be asking the time when a pretty woman she sits down by us i’m thinking she be a star at last i say hello the blue-eyed babe she smile back at me a red flower be pinned to her brown curls here on a date she say to us smoking now my babe say we be waiting for cary grant now the girl say we might wait a long time she say she saw him once at the florentine she say he even tipped her a five dollar bill man her deep blue sky eyes hypnotize me now she say her date is outside in a sedan be careful she say hollywood can be cruel the organ music still be playing in whispers moaning like pale ghost girls in a neon fog