Playing

Playing

He played in the dirt.
In the sand.
In the weeds.
Or in someone else's grounds.
He played in cars, buses, in merry-go-rounds.
Played at night.
Played in the farm yard,
Played in Hussman's Billiard Parlor.
He played by the river.
By the falls.
In the A&W root beer place.
Played in a Cadillac, and in an old truck.
Played in churches.
In prison.
In girl's hearts.
He played in rail cars, and once, in Madrid.
Played in the snow.
In the freezing sleet, he played.
On snowshoes.
He played on stairs, brothels, sleazy hovels.
He played eccentric music all of his life.
Now he plays in a wooden box.
Plays on and on.
Like a naughty boy