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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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