Last Laugh

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille #131
(posted by Brian Miller)

Jumps off his motorcycle
at the local juke joint,
Daggers.  Golden oldies 
blast from the juke box.  He
remembers all the words 
to each song, and the
teen he was, dubbed
creepy by the “ins”.
Now he owns half
the town.  No more

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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22 Responses to Last Laugh

  1. I really like the ending. Somethings those considered “out” in high school do very well in adulthood.


  2. brian miller says:

    Oh. Snap. He found the best revenge. Showing them. Well played.


  3. Helen says:

    Last laugh indeed!!


  4. Ingrid says:

    Good for him: I always like it when the underdog triumphs 🙂


  5. rogblog666 says:

    most of those who were “in” at my school have ended up with issues such as alcoholism. those of us who were the underdogs learnt early how to treat others. great poem


  6. Misky says:

    And hurrah for him! 👍🏻



  7. claudia says:

    oh yeah – he owns half the town – but in a way it seems he had more fun when he didn’t – ha


  8. Sherry Marr says:

    It is the kids excluded from the herd who lead the most interesting and often successful lives, I find. Loved this.


  9. Mish says:

    I like the your play on the word “juke” in the end. No more juking indeed!


  10. Bill says:

    Speaks to the universality of music and our shared romance with nostalgia. Nice. Enjoyed it.


  11. I wonder if it was the himcreepy in him that won half the town.


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