toe in dewy blades
digging in mud
radio serenades
enchanting lull
of big band
jazz and blues
lazily drift and mix
with lemony eucharis
and flaming dahlia
plump splatters
pound the side
of my 1954 travel trailer
once silver
now primed to
a rusty sheen
close my eyes
drift to the smoky bar
hidden tables and dusty glow
illuminating that
freckled girl
with Crosby
on her arm