Bow Tie Daddy

So he still wears the greasy was beige in another life peaked cap with the smudge visor and a black leather bow tie- maybe it's just plastic- like Abbot and Costello or the Three Stooges working at a "service" station. His shoes could be a hundred years old or just unkept Doc Martins. When he puts his hands in his pockets you can see that his balls would be too big for a billiard table. And does he remember you.

So where are you from?

"Michigan."

The lake or Detroit?

"Just outside Motown."

You know Sydney?

"Right."

Big fanny.

"That's her. She used to walk around here like a girl with two legs. Grew up into some high heels. Pelvis chugging along the assembly line. Kissing boys and things in high school."

No.

"Oh yeah. That's Sydney. Right. Left. Up. Down. Any angle the Monkey can wrench. The fucking wench. Grew that chestnut hair down to her ass. Must of burned down two houses. Grandma's roll down stockings evaporated if she wiggled by. Grandma's big heeled orthopedics would follow in her footsteps. All the women's shoes did. She was the Pied Piper of women's shoes in this town. Womenfolk were ready to burn her down. Must have been a hundred possess formed by the gals but how far could they go in just flip flops and bunny slippers?"

She's in Baltimore now.

"Women know how to eat pussy in those blue collar towns."

She went to the Beatnik college and got her BFA.

"Blow job degree."

Bachelor of Fine Arts.

"Fellatio Arts. Cunnilingus and fellatio are the fine arts. Music and shit are just arts."

Agreed.

"She was all wet over FM when she lived here."

That hasn't changed. The big satin Valentine sets red hair afire.

"I don't think FM's even still alive."

Let's hope not. Even landlords die.

"I guess Syd hitched up."

Did and then blew the boob off and shack whacked a licky Greek girl I went to college with.

"Sappho a go go, huh? Makes sense. She was always melting dolls down with a magnifying glass and lighting fires between the boys pants pockets in July."

In July.

"When she was sixteen she could give you a sunburn just passing by."

In July.

"I shouldn't talk about her growing. Tales out of school. If we had danced together I wouldn't have a word on her. Just a smile and a wish her well."

Don Arrup

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