When the world was young

A poem

When I was young on plain summer days,

When milk was delivered on hoofbeats,

We would pet the horse's nose

As everyone and his cousin

Packed fluffernutters in a bag.

All was peace and light,

On Sundays after church open and closed.

After the Korean conflict subsided,

When everyone knew their place,

By the section of town in which they lived.

White and black pretending to be the same.

Only the edges where the rock and roll God’s played,

Held the crosses of rhythm,

On which Amos and Andy

Could meet Martin and Lewis

On Jack Benny Slims,

With cool menthol,

On Pulp Street and Beale.

On Pulp Street and Beale.