The drive-in has been out of business for a year.
A couple covid days it opened for live music.
No income to spray the hordes of mosquitoes
from the neighboring marshland.
Only two posts with speakers produce sound.
More static than dialogue.
John Wayne’s ghost wanders
the weed infested spidery pavement cracks
in search of his saddled horse
his trademark red bandana.
A cloud of arrows miraculously miss him
as he hoists his Winchester to shoot
in a movie set three years before
the precursor Henry Rifle was invented.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney