Superhero
My dad would raid
the jukeboxes
of North End mob joints
and steal the soulful records
that didn't get much play
in those deeply racist places.
It's how I ended up
with "Rock the Boat"
and "Everybody Plays the Fool."
Hand-in-hand
with "Brandy, You're a Fine Girl"
and "A Horse with No Name"
were the sounds of Detroit
and Philadelphia.
I was the coolest white kid
in East Boston
at the age of six
and didn't even know it.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2023-11-29 at 21:08




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