Atomic Moon, Singleton 2007

Keys on the floorboard,
fingers digging past
lost cigarette butts,
McDonald's reciepts,
dashboard buttons fallen
in the dark
to find them,
Two keys to the car,
one to the house,
one to the Storage Shed where
memories are buried for ninety-nine
dollars a month,
one to the post office box
three cities ago,
just to crank the damned engine
in the cold and
barrel out,
blonde hippie chic
under the
Steven Kingish,
Halloweenish,
Jack-o-lantern
laughing moon....

And drive here.
Where pink ladies paid $7.95 an hour
drape her in Este Lauder perfumes
and dripping vintage beads,
bathe her in bargain basement
dress-me-ups.....

She slides through the
swinging doors,
keys clanging
on the bars of
the old pocketbook
bouncing off her hip,
sashaying
swinging
singing
into the blackened parking lot....

Cinderella....