PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

my Dad taught me stuff
I still don't know
I learned it back
when I was a kid
many years ago
things he did
and ways he'd be
amaze me to this day
I still can't find the cool within
to ask him to explain
we've the same serene
blue-eyed stare
but not that "coolness calm"
that's quite unlike
the nervousness
I must have got from Mom
I woo the cool
and confidence
he presents to the world
but struggle nightly
at the bar
to convince a single girl
that perhaps I've
deep inside the pride
inherited from him
anxious to get out
then meditation
turns to whim
while flirtation turns to folly
my would-be-charm implodes
and all I get's a ribald chortle
and elbow to my nose