EVENING CURTAIN CALL

Among cloudy cobwebs I crawl--
memories rambling in the sunset
upon a palette stained obsolescent.

I stroll upon my choo choo
chugging across the crib rail
extinct:  a fossil of my journey.

Lemonade Stands, White Elephant Sales,
lugging glass bottles to the corner store,
funding  a Garden Party.

Sneaking stealthily to the darkened corner
saved lunch money clinks in a cigarette machine
The Marlboro Man with the packaged sleeve.

As the bump grinds and disco blares
bellbottoms flare
the sun rises in a grim glare

Cobwebs clear, joints ache
Depends are flooded,
in anticipation of the evening's curtain call.