I Feel So Sub-prime
My next-door neighbor is gone
Two small U-haul trucks
Were parked in their driveway
When I got home Friday
The guy that owned the house
Before them
Was an ass
First thing he did
When he and his wife
Moved in was to convert
Their two car garage to
A kick-boxing studio
Our garage faces the street
Their's faces our property
One day I got home from work
Walking up to my door
I glanced to my left
It seemed as if someone else
Was walking too
At just about my pace
Then like Lucy and Harpo
If you remember that TV scene
From 'I Love...' we both
Stopped and stared at each other
The entire back wall of his garage
Was a glass mirror
Like a ballet studio Glass!
Without the class
His studio had been downtown
In a commercial building
I had read the magnetic signs
On the sides of his SUV
Now his studio faced my front yard
Heavy bag hanging there
All the space was needed
Washer and dryer? ? ?
The had been hooked up
Outside for Christ's sake
Under a tacked-on lean-to
To keep the rain out
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poem by Tom J. Mariani
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