Bow Ties & Brooklyn Dressing
- by Fancy Me
At first we wore them
for special occasions,
clip-on types
to birthday parties
communions
weddings
funerals
first day of class
Then, the true test
of manhood
to tie the tie of the name
to struggle with the bow for
graduations
proms
more weddings
more funerals
Then, they were forgotten
narrow other ties
the stick-pins
pointed shoes
herringbone jackets
sharkskin pants, fancy me
Then, we ran naked
through the sixties
collars of obedience
discarded in the pyre
with draft cards and bras
Then, when we grew up
got a job
wide was cool
gaudy was de riguer
Garcia would'a been proud
Then, corporate silk
jackets required
no suit, no tie
no pay
Then, something happened
at least in Miami tropic
bow to the heat
tie to the reality
no suit, no tie
no prob
Now - here I sit
with Brooklyn tomatos
swimming around
Barilla bow ties
that I devour,
and want to pick one up
to my neck and wear it
but then I think better
- and don't
garlic clarifies ties
I agree. The only ties I'll have an truck with are the ones in pasta.
What a closing line, Walter. Great piece.
Good one. That must have been a helleva bowl of pasta.
Love this. Very nice. No suit, no tie, no pay - great! A lot of nice moments throughout - lovely ramblings of time told through styles...
Checking in again after major inactivity. This is good. "collars of obedience" is a wonderful image.
Love it Walter! very interesting, humorous...!"bow the heat, tie to the reality" love it!
LOVE this, Walter. Delicious in so many ways.
I like this so much. The shape of it, the rhythm of it, the sentiment, the evolution and change and motion. Also, do you really spell tomatoes that way? You over there in Brooklyn...