A Lady Named Popper

By Jeffrey Moss Charles

December 2019

 

When I first spotted her crossing the street,

I thought she was crying,

It was those green-hazely watery eyes,

Looking right at me,

Like she had a question.

Her red and white, faded t-shirt read,

"Rawhide Down"

That was Reagan's nickname, and what they said,

When Hinkley shot him,

So I asked her if she was okay,

And if she needed any help,

She said she was a truck driver,

Her name was "Popper."

I said, "breaker, breaker 1-9"

She laughed, it looked like she was crying,

She was cute, but not my type,

I asked her if she wanted to be friends with

benefits,

She took off one white Top-Sider boat shoe,

And threw it at me. She missed,

I kept it and occasionally sniff it,

It smells kind of gross,

This is a cautionary tale,

Be careful what you wish for, and,

Don't talk to strangers,

The beginning of the end times two.