When I was sixteen, cohortin' with kids on my street, <br />Johnny P. was two years younger than me, <br />and so good and sweet. <br />Walkin' home with him, I happened to confide, <br />I was fancy free, no boyfriend at my side. <br />I became a victim of his suggestion. <br />He said it was a match, to go out with his drum teacher. <br />A plan he'd try to hatch. <br />After giving lessons, he'd park in front of my house, <br />just to see if I'd go out - <br />with him - Mr. Slick, who strutted all about. <br />"I come from Jersey City - a man of twenty-one." <br />And so I relented - got in the car - <br />we went around the block. <br />"You know I'm too young - Please, these <br />Advances have to stop <br />Jersey City drummer - I'm too young for you, <br />you're livin' in the fast lane, <br />And you're wonderin' what you're goin' to do.<br /><br />Kathryn Asbury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jersey-city-drummer/
