The Blue Grass Trailer Park

The Blue Grass Trailer Park

The Blue Grass Trailer Park. A crowded court

where sis and I grew up; played in the sand.

Where summers were a hopscotch and cavort

while list’ning to the sound of Dorsey’s band.

Our home a cosy space for count of five.

A closet kitchen with three rooms beside.

A paneled, sandy floor where roaches hide

a mile from beach where Royal Palms reside.

My Daddy moved us here in Forty-Four

and we were those who lived across the tracks

from Mar-A-Lago glamour I adored.

That bridge too far was minutes from our shack.

The Blue Grass Trailer Park:  life unfulfilled;

so close to other worlds that are surreal.

(That Trailer Park faces Parker Avenue, West Palm Beach, Florida, still there and filled up after 74 years!  They must be doing something right, lol.)

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