DAVID GERARDINO Poems
1929/The Jazz Age
flappers, with tall blond
hair, a decade of the
doller, bubbles of false
prosperity, a crash, a hit,
a miss, a sudden dropp
in the bankers eyes
and face, the start of
a new age-the jazz age.
the age the stock market
crashed, and fell to the
Maybe, ill sing you a love song.
Maybe, ill show you im strong.
But ill be looking around for you,
looking just like a fool, to get you,
back into my life.Maybe, ill shed
a few tears, or maybe, ill show you
my fears.But ill be looking around
for you, looking just like a fool, to
get back into my life.