Paperback

By Bob Brackin

     Paperback is a collection of poems, lyrics, and essays.  It is the author’s fifth published book.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 28, 2006
• ISBN: 9781425908706

Bob Brackin

Bob Brackin lives in Orlando, Florida. He’s a 1975 graduate of the University of Central Florida, with a B.A. degree in English.

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© 2006 Bob Brackin. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse   10/01/2020

ISBN: 978-1-4259-0869-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4259-0870-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2005911363

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Contents

I Think & Other Poems

I Think

She’s Off In the Clouds

In a Couple

I Tell You

I Think Of the Youth

He Told Me

Nothing’s Beautiful

I Always Liked

The Story of Vaudeville Blues

My original Vaudeville Blues lyrics

Vaudeville Blues

Two Early Poems

Light, Low

Untitled

Wild About Harry

Words Without Music

About the Author

Also by Bob Brackin:

Anthology – A Collection of Three Short Books

Odds and Ends

Another Book

Winter Poems

I Think

&

Other Poems

I Think

I think the person who impresses me most

Is Otto Frank

He saw the storm troopers

He saw the tank

He moved his family

To higher ground

To Amsterdam

With its peaceful sound

But soon the Nazis caught up

But he planned ahead

He laid in provisions in the secret annex

Everyone had a bed

They took on boarders

And lived for two years

Nazis came in the morning

And brought his worst fears

He alone survived

To live to old age

It must have been difficult

Turning the page.

She’s Off In the Clouds

She’s off in the clouds

That’s a good place to be

At least it is

For me

It gives me time

To do what I do

To do what I do

Until I’m through

She’s also practical

Which is what I need

She picks the right vegetables

She picks the right seed

She gets me to work

My nine to five

If I’m going to write

I’ve got to survive.

In a Couple

In a couple of months

I’ll be on vacation

I don’t have kids

So I don’t need a PlayStation

We’ll go back down

To our usual spot

An efficiency in Marathon

I’m hot to trot

She is too

It’s been a long year

She has a new manager

Who does not know how to endear.

I Tell You

I tell you

I call it bliss

It’s a little bit of that

It’s a little bit of this

It’s a tofu dog

On a toasted millet bun

I know it’s true

Surely as I’m a son

With chopped onions

And sauerkraut

It’s the best thing

Here and about

Coney Island

This one’s for you

The tradition’s old

The ingredients new.

I Think Of the Youth

I think of the youth

Who defied Hitler’s goons

And dressed American

And danced to American tunes

They too paid dearly

For what they loved

But by then the envelope

Had already been shoved

The Big Band Era

Was in full swing

Hitler thought

He was the only king.

He Told Me

He told me

Sometimes while watching TV

Out the window to his left

He can see

A North Vietnamese regular

Passing by

With his pack and gun

I had to sigh

We were out

In the parking lot

He was there to pick up his wife

Believe it or not

I was outside

To close up some doors

Of the chemical shed

One of my chores

He told me

Some amazing stuff

About his tour in Vietnam

I know it was rough

It was matter-of-fact

From what I could hear

He’d had

At least one beer

Their dog was in the backseat

Of the Mustang

What he told me

I had to say dang

He told me some stuff

That went on in Vietnam

I wasn’t surprised

I’ll raise my Dom

Perignon that is

To the