5/26/2021 Poetry by Brian Rihlmann Dane CC Old School The old man-- he’s definitely old school. I can see him now standing in the kitchen, talking to me on the wall mounted phone. Maybe later he thumbs through the yellow pages looking for a shoe repair. His boots need new heels again, and the old place in town just up and disappeared. “Fuck that internet shit,” he always says, “Too much information... and why is this guy twittering or twattering or whatever the hell it’s called? He’s the president. I don’t think he should be doing that.” Every morning he steps out and grabs the daily paper from the driveway. One day he calls, says, “Sorry...but I read in the obituaries... your friend from high school, Mike? He just died.” Then we talk for a bit, laughing over some of the stunts he and I pulled, the trouble we got into. And the old man says, “Yep, he was a crazy bastard but still a good kid. He did all right.” ![]() Brian Rihlmann was born in New Jersey and currently resides in Reno, Nevada. He writes free verse poetry, and has been published in The Rye Whiskey Review, Slipstream, Chiron Review, The Main Street Rag and others. His latest poetry collection, “Night At My Throat” (2020) was published by Pony One Dog Press. 6/23/2021 06:39:50 am
Another good one from the plain-spoken Bard of the Silver State. Comments are closed.
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