157 at the band stand

Posted on January 27, 2016 by Ken Greenman

the old couple
chair danced
while the town band
ressurected
Harry James,
trumpets blasting,
saxs sexing,
trombones sliding
in and out,
in, out,
the old couples
feet moved faster,
their hands
held tighter
with the beat.
later,
I know,
the old couple
did more than
remember.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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