It’s my party and
Louie walks right in like a man
at the end of the world.
It’s all in the game,
says this devil in disguise
on a summer holiday,
draped in blue velvet.
But with just one look
I will follow him
on needles and pins
from a jack to a king
like a mockingbird calling
the rhythm of the rain.
After all, he’s so fine
and Charlena and Dominique
and — hey — Paula can’t
keep me from that sugar shack.
This was written as part of National Poetry Writing Month 2021, sparked by Jesse Miksic’s triomyth prompt; my first random Wikipedia article was a list of the number-one singles of 1963 in Canada.