Image from Stanley Kubrick for Look Magazine, 1949
A private corner
For our teenage games
You light my cigarette
And play my dame
Tease me, please me
My folks won't be home till ten
I'll send my pals home
We'll wet our whistle and jive
Written for The Mag
12 comments:
Somehow, I can hear them saying that. Love it!
oh yeah baby- those were the days!
Have a great day!
My thoughts exactly :))
Love the innocencshmnth tablee in the last lines.
You've really captured the cool vibe of that time with your words.
Thanks for the lovely, encouraging comment you left on my blog. I really appreciate it.
a really nice team up; your poem compliments the mood of the photo
much love...
Very much the in thing during the growing years. Could feel the vibrations with your write! Nicely!
Hank
This took me back...oh yeah...
Skillful and sharp; well done.
Different and refreshing; I like it.
Your words and the prompt go well together.
No jive.
=)
Oh, I do love jive talk!!
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