The Pumpkin Harvesters

In town the café’s coffee buzz seeps
beneath the door into the street

A greenhorn singer moans her song,
not as in the old days (as in
rockabilly and rock ‘n roll before)
but with power chords and a
fresh monotony

My dad preferred country tunes
and hearing Little Richard first time
stopped where my big-holed 45 spun
and in his crassest blue-collar voice said,
You call this shit music?  and I did
as we spun off each other about then
and went our separate ways awhile
until a fresh dew froze on the pumpkin
in a new late game and the harvesters
off across the field sang Little
Richard and Hank Williams
as they came

………………………..

Jim Culleny; November 2007

………………………..

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