My bud Frank
Looked up Lady Liberty's dress
Her petticoat enough askance
To have no doubt
She hailed from France
Frank sees militiamen
Guarding tunnels, bridges
New York Harbor
He knows why
He did time
Volunteering at the Towers
I hear his heart sing
All the way to Kentucky
Moon must be up
Frank howls whispers
and seethes poetry
into unsuspecting audiences
Expecting a pat on the head
They get a punch in the gut
When Frank
Comes to Kentucky


copyright, Dean McClain


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