Steve Klepetar

Behind this guy fishing
off the rocks
not far from the green lighthouse

a blue pickup blares
Chuck Berry –
“Maybelene, why cain’t you be true” –

and I want to tell him the noise
will scare away the fish
but I look and he’s reeling them in

piling them into his water
bucket where
they bleed and swim like a

teenage wedding, where it’s
gotta be Rock ‘n Roll
music, if ya wanna dance with me.

Steve Klepetar still holds a grudge for the safety belt that wouldn‘t budge.