suburban dream

the boys
with smokes and leather.
the pointed
Cuban boots,
the black hair
slicked
and combed into
an oil stream.
switchblades in their
jeans.
they know do wop,
they know
elvis.
they know what you
don't yet know
about so many things.
one day they'll disappear
from the corners
from the stoop,
from the drugstore
counter
and move on
to cut grass and walk
the dog
in a suburban dream.