Poetry Class

Had to write this for my modern poetry class but I didn’t think it turned out half bad so I thought I would share. The prompt was to write about a small town. The only requirement was no end rhyming. Everything else was fair game.

Thoughts would be appreciated.

Tazewell, TN

They drive laps around
the McDonalds, the old Food City
and park
at the Frostee Freeze with their hoods up
and their hips out
letting the boys admire their assets.

Dusty gets the Jack from Ma Brown
(because she doesn’t card)
and we all drive down to the
dried up
lake bed – laughing and drinking
and drowning ourselves
with the promise
of all that’s never going to be.