my dad heA Poem by Marc Mccunememories of a father from long ago
my dad wore
Yardley aftershave and Old Spice he smoked Chesterfield cigarettes and Old Golds he drank Duquesne Beer at The Elks Club and the Knights of Columbus sometimes he was on the wagon my dad liked iced coffee in his smoking jacket he liked limburger cheese and bleu cheese and dijon mustard he told me he was a drummer, but I never heard him play a singer, but I never heard him sing he was an actor and director in the local theater group. he went to Hollywood once, but came home after two weeks © 2013 Marc Mccune |
AuthorMarc MccuneCoconut Creek, FLAboutwriter/poet, musician/music aggregator, genealogist/historian, fossil hunter/vinyl record collector, reader/collector of ideas I Changed My Mind (blog) Instagram Tumblr facebook.. more..Writing
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