Long Studebaker Poems

In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze....

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Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa

His striped tie has a green tint color 
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood. 
I can see them gripping the steering wheel like parrot talons. 
I can see...

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Rhythm In Rhyme

Remembering back, was so very sad, to lose dad.
But congenital heart disease, please!  Is so very bad.
Was no thrill gathering my will, taking strife’s bitter pill. 
Dad died at ease seems God...

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I think I'll signal guru Bob that I've had enough
of his implicit stress therapy as he calls it
I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks
for a safe deposit box until the embrace is ended
with the last flood...

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Hello madam, and welcome to our place of business.
Is there any way that I can be of assistance?
We have a huge selection of cars both used and new.
Chances are we have the right one on...

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*Image of Mauna Kea Hilo Bay by Big Island Now.

*Hilo Town, Now and Then

Signs of
     Store Closed
          or Out of Business
 ...

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My thoughts drift back thro' the fleeting mists of time,
To my youth when life seemed somewhat more sublime.
Memories waft thro' my mind as tho' on gossamer wings,
Recalling uncommon folks, events and very special things!

I'll never...

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Come with me to nineteen sixty three
The year Pope John died and so did Kennedy
We saw Lawrence of Arabia with Peter O’Toole
Listened to It’s My Party and She’s a Fool
Last year for the Studebaker 
Martin...

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Where are my old white corsets
  Right next to your candy cigarettes

Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
  It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit'

Oh, and I can't...

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They now lie vacant and still.
In the past, drivers came for a fill.
With clean restrooms and soda machines,
these stops were once places with lively scenes.
“Let me check your oil and clean your windshield.”
That is what...

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My Dad gave us a car that was
Clean, clean, clean
Yeah it was old but it drove
Like a Cadillac and had a shine like over pressed slacks

We always had wheels to go to and fro
Because the...

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TANKA PROSE  (57 words)
Roads to self-discovery can be illuminating or naught.
San Francisco's Meals on Wheels ordered the hard-shelled lobster, 
gets all-steamed--had to 86-it. Ordered the Prime instead ... 
my 6-month subscription starts next week....

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