Thursday, March 22, 2012

BURMA SHAVE

somewhere South of Seattle
four deaf old poets
cruise down highway 99
in their rusted '52 Mercury
searching for new words
god and Charlie Darwin

off the beaten track towards the beatnik path
they eject their unwanted poems
against the smashed dashboard
hearing nothing but rejections
broken by monotony
seeing nothing but the signs along the way

SPECIAL SEATS

RESERVED IN HELL

FOR WHISKERED POETS

WHO SCRATCH

THEIR LADIES

BURMA-SHAVE


.....an explanation for you youngsters under 55....back in the 40s and 50s driving down the 2 lane highways across America...there were signs at different points spaced approx 100 ft apart advertising a shaving cream.....BURMA-SHAVE
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2 comments:

flaubert said...

I didn't know that bit of info, Wayne. Nice read.

Pamela

March 23, 2012 at 8:46 PM
Stafford Ray said...

Thanks for the explanation. Rounded out an interesting image of the old poets and their tilting at windmills as most of us do.
We had baked enamel signs hung from railway track fences for hundreds of miles that told us how many miles we were from "Griffith Bros Teas". Must have cost a motza!
PS those word recognition gizmos are a put off! If you don't really need it, have pity on we with dyslexia! :-)

March 26, 2012 at 1:40 PM

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