Leatherette Poems - Poems about Leatherette

...His clothes were tattered, in vivid shades of red blue & yellow he wore leatherette shoes blackly polished and gleaming with shine Red fiery hair that summoned like a fire hydrant and a......

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...When his father-in-law got him into the poultry biz in Rhode Island Joe had not fully contemplated that first day to market when he when he failed to truss and bag the birds properly, a ho......

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...He leads me through East London, docks, pubs and stray dogs, the Thames lapping at low clouds. We find the second-hand player in a street where the shops are dusty holes under viaducts. Carrying......

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...The red leatherette like frozen waves in a sea of coffee'd air Cold, plump so early, there's Formica caught in its glare Filling slowly with private dreams while lunch time salad waits coffee,......

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...We sat down at the kitchen table Under an overhead light And talked about my mother My wife understood I was the oldest, she said Don’t wait for the others. So I took care of mother Paid the......

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...There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out, But I kept gravitating to the things that were his. His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette......

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...It is the girl in the car, on warm leatherette, Who, in the Summer slipstream, teased the wheel And gunned her engine heart; She graced the passing furnace air, and angel sweat Tracked slowly......

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