Frankie Says Sonny's Working Late

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Yeah, Right! And I'm Veronica Lake,
you tell that to Sonny, Frankie.

Wait a minute, don't hang up!
You were my wise guy in high school, Right?
Remember Papa's barber shop,
me licking the peppermint stick
when Papa wasn't looking?
Pretending I was a bimbo I said
and how you sang Sherry Baby?

Frankie, you tell that sonofabitch
all I got now is an empty house,
a mansard roof on a Jersey cliff,
and his goddam view of the Hudson,
Tiffany chandelier, Big Deal!

And you tell Sonny the satin sheets
he bought me last week at Macy's,
I'm here with my digital camera on,
loving my finger where it ain't Sonny
for all the Corteses in Brooklyn!


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twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 10 years ago
Uncanny

Valli

couldn't resist the pun

now that you've been canonized

I'll just 5 and slip away

(They dont cry)

(Thats just an alibi)

I was going to complain about the lack of a bass part

(Tiffany chandelier)

(Big freak-in Deal!)

It's there.

Why do I get the feelin' I gonna catch shit for this comment, when you and maybe one or two others, know exactly what I'm talking about.

good catch

loving my finger where it ain't Sonny

todski28todski28almost 10 years ago
though some of the references

Go over the top of my head without Google this is a slick piece of writing, I can hear her voice in high pitched angered frustration, the hammer blow punctuation of the exclamation points give her real diction. The word play on the final lines is great where it ain't sonny ha, the undertone of being alone is hammered home as an undercurrent but it's understated by your surface structure.

As always 5 stars. Your ability to humanize your characters as Ash stated is remarkable.

AngelineAngelinealmost 10 years ago
Well you've channeled some Jersey here :-)

I can hear the gum cracking and the Four Seasons playing in the background. Sounds like home to me. Wonderful sense of place and a sly, revealing poem.

Oldbear63Oldbear63almost 10 years ago
I love that woman

Excellent - how you can put yourself in other's mind's so well...and clearly write what you find there

Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 10 years ago
GM i hereby Beatify & Anoint you as the Patron Saint of all

Literotic Poets : your wonderful sympathy 'n understanding of & for all the Underdogs , their vulnerabilities , their foibles in this 'n many other poems make us more humane , tolerant Human Beings : thank you for being you the Poet of the Dispossessed & the Cheated !!!!!!!

high 5-ed of course , need you ask ?!

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