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 adore.

That bridge too far was minutes from our shack.

The Blue Grass Trailer Park:  life still a thrill

so close to other worlds that are surreal.