Sidewalk Songs

My cousin Marty

Loved rock and roll

All summer that year

He sweated on the corner of Valentine Avenue and 194th Street

In the Bronx

With three of his friends

And sang Dion and the Belmonts songs

With harmonies

And the Everly brothers.

Marty had a pompadour and

Tight black pants

When I passed him on the street

I always called out, hoping to be noticed

But he didn’t answer

Intent on melody, swaying with syncopations

They practiced every day

Out on the street

I suppose

The apartments were too crowded, too hot

Smelled of chicken soup and garlic.

I suppose on the corner they could imagine

An audience as big as

The world.

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