An Oldie Poem ... Writing ... Diddie November 16 2016

i told ol'gordon to stay where he stood

so i knew where to find him when i come back 'round

he reminded me that ol'grand dad is waitin'

to warm my coffee at ten and twelve

a good cup make me grin

don't ya know..?

well i'll tell ya when you come 'round

how this proletarian get on...

gets on...

under the ramped roads of I-95.

no lie.

all is well.

as far as i can tell.

when good ol'grand dad is 'round.

"hey there..

the factory could smell worse

on this here stagnate day darlin."

he says...

he says to me.

takin' my hand that good ol'grand dad.

later he be tellin' me stories

'bout singin' off key but keepin' with the beat.

i start snappin' my fingers

to the sound of two soles shuffling dirty concrete floors.

all is well.

as far as i can tell.

when good ol'grand dad is 'round.