Tommy Boy
(A Tribute to Petty)
Tommy Boy,
you’ve been called home.
That front porch light has
flickered
on and off,
and that's your cue
to stop the strum and come
inside.
Mama says
make sure to wash your hands
and hang up your wings
before sitting down to
supper.
But first, put that guitar
away.
The time for playing is
over,
as of today.
Linda Imbler
Tags:
Poetry