Carol Gillespie, cont.
What little boy? It was a girl,
but the next thing I know I'm at the Hyatt
and she's on stage in this black silk dress
that keeps crinkling like anthracite,
and when she sees me, she winks,
nods down to her left, and I see him
sitting next to the bandstand, the little boy,
or whatever he is, and he's looking up at her
and laughing and clapping and he has
this little, checkered sports-coat on and a
black bow tie and these tiny black shoes
Like a ventriloquist's dummy, I keep saying to myself,
and then she’s saying to the boy, Randy, this is Justin,
you remember Justin don't you, the man mommy met
at Lamar's who wrote the poem about the boy
that mommy wrote the song about?