Brown Italian Shoes

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I dreamt I wore your shoes

last night

and my feet

ignored all Stop Signs

I walked and walked

and walked some more

I went to your Mother's house

and she opened the door

She showed me your war chest

including your Purple Star

With a wink
and a hallucination,
I walked

to the nearest bar
for a double shot
of Maker's Mark

It was Sam's Saloon

on franny lou
—your name for

Francis Lewis Boulevard

You were on stage with

McCarthy and Dugan

Three guitars

with one hundred years

of strumming

Dugan sang lead

on Mustang Sally

and three girls

dragged me

onto the dance floor

But I could not dance

I could only walk

and weave and wobble
between three gyrating

mini-skirts

Me and your

brown Italian shoes

***

PAUL OLIVERIO

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Footnotes
BROWN ITALIAN SHOES
is the copyrighted property
of LCSoL

The poem is dedicated to
Ray Peterssen

For that matter,
so is the entire
Godfather of Math
Trilogy

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