Let's get married and move South, <br />where stereos still play the Beatles. <br />I'll take this old acoustic guitar <br />made in 1970, scruffy and out of tune. <br /> <br />I will strum and you will sing <br />as we stop by old Spanish streets <br />where sad people go to find a lover; <br />if lucky we will make some pennies. <br /> <br />C'mon now, while the dollar's low <br />so we can save a little to buy us <br />some mango pies at the bus station <br />and a tabloid to keep us entertained. <br /> <br />Let's leave the city and the memories <br />of bootless men at the sidewalks <br />or the friendly girls who work at night. <br />Here, you can fold my shirts for me.<br /><br />Melanie Agua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-south/
