Clueless in New York City

All those sophisticates
In New York City
Think we’re trailer trash,
Fit for tin-can alley;
They have no clue
What a working man’s blues,
And a troubling few do here:
Might be in struggling
Against their bigotry,
With their uppity noses
in the blasted sky;
Pigeon-holed and
Dove-tailed too,
They assume we’re fools;
But like everything
We live our lives
Beyond such foolishness
As smart-phones, thousand-
Dollar watches, hair-dos
And coiffeur to a rich man’s gaze;
Instead we have love,
And simple values: dreams of fish
And freedom, with no need
Of fancy Porches or Lamborghini’s;
Only time for our lady and children,
Our taste in beer and whiskey,
A boat on the river and a rod-n-reel;
Take in a dance on Saturday night,
Listen to the roar of NASCAR
Or football on the tube; else blare
The country music station till we smile.

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.