he used to whistle
all the time
in his yellow sweater
his silver
gabardines.
his polished wing tips.
no longer working.
retired from the railroad.
AA cleaned him up pretty good.
he loved to whistle
and drive
his big white caddy down
the boulevard.
going to the barber shop for
a shave and a flat top.
he knew everyone's name.
hey sport, he'd say with a smile
when he saw you
coming up the walkway.
he was bing, frank, dean
all wrapped in one.
old school. very old school.
those kind have come
and gone.
I miss him.
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