Baby’s stumbling down

a loud lighted jangling street

looking for a rocker named Jerry

who once made her happy


She’s got a forest in her mind,

tries to stumble through its wildflowers,

bramble bushes, thistles and thorns

like those in the fairy tales


The cheerleader Baby was

still leaps now and then

into a sunny fall afternoon

before a blur of bleachers


In a thrift store shawl

and knitted cap

she’s still’s a pretty girl

in the eyes of strangers


Baby’s not doing very well overall, Daddy

Just gots her two feet, a black plastic bag

No dollar bill, no soul no more

No place to rest


She just trudges around, trudges around

in the middle of traffic against red lights

trying to find Jerry

in the zones of the long forgotten