broken english

Poem #56 from Small Town Kid

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I can hear it on the streets
like when I walk into a milk-bar
to get a paper in the morning

the guy will say something
to his lady or the kids

doesn’t matter where he’s from
I can mostly understand it

I hear it when a woman rings the phone
and I tell her she’s got a wrong number
she says

sori

she meant to dial somebody else
but the sound of her voice is so familiar
it makes me want to go back
to see the people that say

frenki
kako si?
you go okay
frenki-boy?
good
good
dobro

I wonder how my mutti is
what tata has been getting up to
and oma and teta
uncle damjan

it’s time to go home


© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 57: circular square town

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