Towards Davenport’s Ones
We’d buy smokes and tall boys
and fill up the ’69 Tempest
at the Mobile station uphill
from where the Mississippi
runs East and West
Once underneath I-74
we’d hang a right onto Riverside Drive
wind our way towards East Village
The late August sunrays
reflected a lifeline
off the murky wakes and white sails
latching its horizontal eyes
onto the Pontiac
lasering its rims as it speeds
towards Davenport’s ones
september two thousand ten
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“Davenport’s ones” are the one-way streets downtown where as teenagers we would show off and race our cars on Friday and Saturday nights.