Kingman Nights Poem by Aidan Clevinger

If you've ever spent any time in a little place called Kingman, Arizona (my hometown) , you'll understand this one.

This little town ain't much,
Just a worn-out, not-quite city.
But where others might not see it,
Something about it is just so pretty.

It's the saddest place I've ever been,
A dog that's been in too many losing fights,
Yet as the sun goes down and the crickets chirp,
There's something haunting about Kingman nights.

It smells of booze and tears and divorce,
Broken hearts and lonely dreams,
But as the neon whispers its secrets,
This town is more than it seems.