And I Ain'T From The 50s So.... Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

My little plaid bracelet
is on a written tune
my heart's singing rhythm
and i think it's the blues

i've been walking all day since noon
and i'm ready to fly

my black felt hat
on an old bed post
i've a baseball bat
that belongs to a ghost

i've been flying all day since nine
and i'm ready to ride

i've drawn hearts on my windows
in the foggy room
and my name and his
just below the moon

i've been driving all day since food
and i'm ready to move

my heart beats a rhythm
ever since i fell
from the starrs in the light
from an empty cell
mirrors in the back room
cheetas at the full moon
and i'm ready to walk

look at me
here i am
underneath
a chinese lamp
jumping like
an elephant
in between
two soda pops
e-lec-tric- mo-tor

crispy thins in the wheaties box
nibbles inside it feed my fox
georgeous little lollipops
and i ain't from the 50s, so...