From a prompt by Marla Bishop and Sherry McGuinn. My take on Summertime, from a time, way back when.
Leaning on a stickball bat
dreaming of hitting like Ruth;
Pulling the hat down
on the midday sun.
Life is great, life is fun
like a trot around the bases
when I hit a home run.
Sitting on the stoop
talking with friends;
Watching the cars whiz past
laughing at the tales being spun.
Summertime blues, don’t you
come round. Don’t wanna hear
your bullshit, don’t be messing
around.
Cool sweat running
down my face,
the heart of the city beating,
like in us kids as we race,
from hydrant to car, you’re it
I’m out,
Summertime’s a cool Italian
ice, a soda pop, a secret glance.
A whisper to a friend, as she
smiles at your face