Pocket Change For A Picture Show

A great Houston poet loves singing the blues

remembers playing in Texas mud

without any shoes

getting that grit up between his toes

& paying merely pocket change for a picture show

He says “Man oh, Man, that was so

many, many years ago”

& his face lights up in the brightest glow

By: J.N.R Dutton

Quick As A Flash (aka Old Pontiac)

It was a two tone blue

hand me down Pontiac
a couple decades old
with a windshield crack

To other people it may have looked like trash but it was the last gift that Eddy got from his dad

It brought to mind memories of time he’ll never get back, and that old thing still drove quick as a flash

By: J.N.R Dutton

Untitled New Poem

A young man sitting quietly,

sorting through his memories

Everything, from the straight forward,

to the fragmented & the strange

Some are very old,

some still fresh as a new spring

He doesn’t dwell long, on the things

that he can’t change,

just takes what he can from them,

the lessons that they bring

uses them as he starts a new day,

with fresh opportunity

By:J.N.R Dutton

Helping My Old Man

I remember as a young kid painting houses some days

& sanding down wood while the hot sun would blaze

I even remember laying tile, got the glue on my hands

I was just thrilled to be helping out my old man

By:J.N.R Dutton

Inspired by memories of doing light assistant work on my father’s rental properties as a kid.

It proved to me that even w/my physical ailment, I could still be productive, which I think was the point, but more than that I liked just the time w/him.

The Bullet

John wore a spent silver bullet

suspended on a chain around his neck

His grandpa once gave it to him,

said “boy treat this w/respect”

Then the old man shared the story of

exactly how he’d come to possess it

He said he got it from a friend,a fellow soldier,

back during The Great War

and though he made it back,

His friend wasn’t around anymore

By: J.N.R Dutton