Portrait of a 60's Teenager
He stood against the cornerstone of the old abandoned
building. A cigarette lay sloppily out of the side of his well
formed lips, pack in shirt pocket.
Jacket of leather wrapped around his torso like a glove,
the collar sticking straight up-like he was cool. His slicked
back hair perfectly in a ducktail- comb in pocket.
Eyes of blue; glistened against the golden sun, shaded
by thick lashes. Fair faced and clean shaven, chiseled chin.
Black worn loafers hugged his feet, legs of his jeans rolled
up, twice.
A born leader of first impressions, magnetizer to the
chicks. He's got a cool car, he's got the cool walk, he knows
how to dress and he's got the sweet talk. He's everything
they want to be, he's everything they want.
Old time James Dean; modern day John Travolta. Bad boy
reputation; envied by his buddies, followed by the others.
Nineteen sixties- early seventies, child of rock-n-roll.
Reveals just a small glimpse into his fragile soul.
Jamie Lynette Edson
Copyright ©2004 Jamie Lynette Edson
