Chicago, Milwaukee, Minnesota
Indian names of American fame
Lake Winnebago, Mt. Moosilauke
Indian names, American Jabberwocky
LeBron, Te’Oscar and Shaquille
Black Men, America’s athletic ideal
Beyonce and Megan Three Stallion
Black women, enticing hellions
Yet in the White House we get Joe and Donald
Next time, maybe ‘Pete’
Those white names’ve got no rhythm
They’ve got no beat
I left my home when I was twenty one
And I left my folks behind
A friend and I left for the west
To see what we could find
I found a job working the spotlights
In this well-known musical play
Way out in California
Three thousand miles away
My friend Mark was in the show
Because he sang very well
I tried to sing but I was awful
And gees, everyone could tell
We knew the cast very well
And we knew all their names
The two of whom we knew the best
Were Mary-Lou and James
When the show stopped playing and it was over
Mark and I went back home
I wanted to tell this unbelievable story
So I wrote this little poem
When we got back to New Jersey
Hitch hiking we would go
Someone saw us with our thumbs
And drove up to us slow
They drove a Winnebago
With "Just Married" on the back
When they opened the door to let us in
We nearly had a heart attack
You won't believe who picked us up
Two people whom we knew
It was two singers from the cast
It was James and Mary-Lou
Destination of dreams
Maps are folded and re-folded into pocket sized
destinations of our own heart’s desires
Routes become numbers and numbers become moments
as the planning cycle, with yellow highlighter in hand,
presents a “look forward to” scenario
Well beyond windows of curtained belief
and hedges shaped like poetic scribblings calling to me
The sidewalk of chalk marks in hopscotch etchings,
faded from the sun and foot smeared play dates,
leads to that place of affection filled dreams
and I see over the next sunrise a highway,
empty of detours and beckoning Winnebago wanderings
to this heart, from another, on windswept invitations
penned in frilly fonts and colors of imagination,
reaching deeply inside and holding tightly
A glance back as what is left behind brings a smile,
for what waits ahead is now everything new
In the grand scheme of things, what is found chiseled in fate
proves that destiny is a destination of dreams, of hopes and
of love . . . when that journey brings me to you
1. Winnebago--rolling deluxe port a potty with a kitchen and bed
2. Incontinence--why mostly seniors own winnebagos(see #1)
3. Incontinent animals usually get euthanized
4. We just need to buy senior animals a Winnebago?
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