The DQ on the Avenue

The DQ on the Avenue


Everyone comes here
to the DQ
on the avenue.

Red, hot-metal seats
always sticky and sweet
now damp as the air.

The saltwater cowboys
lose their machismo
licking a swirl.

Post-apocalyptic hippies
in high tie-dye fashion
slurp neon green Misties.

A Port Royal heiress
swathed in raw silk
sips her club soda.

The motorcycle boomers,
leather-clad clowns
search for their lost childhoods.

From the church on the corner
urban shamans in Creole
cry out to the Lord.

Sirens slice into the clatter
hauling a body to the ER,
I mutter a small prayer for my kids.



Prompt Subject: Hot in the City! (Tell me about an evening outing to the city.)
Word(s) to use: clown
Word(s) not to use: city, street, light(s), building, noise, noisy, people, crowd(ed, s)
Other requirements/restrictions: Show don't tell