The prompt last week was Blue Suede Shoes
"Pick a shoe and put it in a poem, with a little music on the side.
Black heels. Brown loafers. Red sneakers.
Okay, or those blue suede shoes. Rock us."
This is what poured forth:
Traffic in July
steam of summer
sizzled on concrete
sun kissed skin
sweat slicked hair
music throbbing
through open windows
bare feet tapping
rock jazz fusion
low spark of high
heeled boys
never too hot
to be cool
Go ahead and have a listen, the strains transport me back to the early 1970's, in a good way!
