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Skinny Dendrix-Poem by Joe Balaz
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SKINNY DENDRIX


 


by Joe Balaz


 


 


Waiting foa da bus


I saw him wit his ukulele


 


like I did several times before


strumming and singing


watevah tune did came into his head.


 


Aftah awhile his musical repertoire


simply blended into da din of da city


until he broke out wit da title song


of wun popular psychedelic album


                                                      


from da late 60s.


I wuz struck by his selection


in regards to his situation.         


Wishing foa coins


to drop into wun empty coffee can


 


dis old black dude


as thin as wun toothpick


 


suddenly became profound


as he sang line foa line


 


words dat seemed to justify


how he had become so experienced.  


Da circumstantial irony


wuz like da pivotal lines


in some film writer’s screenplay.


                                                                                                                                                Drifting through my brain


like wun purple-colored haze


 


Skinny Dentrix


unknowingly stoked my curiosity


 


and made me stop and wonder


how his life had really been.


 


 


Joe Balaz writes in Hawaiian Islands Pidgin (Hawai'i Creole English) and in American-English. He edited Ho'omanoa: An Anthology of Contemporary Hawaiian Literature. Some of his recent Pidgin writing has appeared in Rattle, Juked, Otoliths, and Hawai'i Review, among others. Balaz is an avid supporter of Hawaiian Islands Pidgin writing in the expanding context of World Literature.  He presently lives in Cleveland, Ohio.



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