My College Town Poem by Jim Boone

Was a unique place where the natives
were caring, nurturing, restless and
relentless; all ports vying for resolution
to the youth-full discontent of the migrants

Welcoming us with open arms, fly’s,
minds and agendas, as generation
after generation helped businesses thrive
and house mothers and professors prepped
the youth of the world for the twisted and
wide, as their predecessors had done for
the straight and narrow.

Hot women, married and not prepped the
fledgling young men for the fledgling young
women and strange dudes paid them lip-service
while guiding many in the ways
of their natural leanings

Hot, hunky guys in boots and tight, tight
jeans instructed coeds who willingly
opened up to their charm and good-old-
boy seductions.

Natives loved the constant action and
interaction with students who loved
their first taste of freedom and life in
an open atmosphere - the good, bad
and every expletive in-between, where
Life One-On-One was the main course,
in my college town.

1956