NEW JERSEY 1926.

A WOMAN AND HER LIFE IN THE PROHIBTITION OF 1926.

No way they can stop
Me getting my high
Liquor, you said back

Then, lifting up your
Dress and showing off
Your garter with your

Secret flask of booze;
The prohibition
Was no big deal for

You; you had your own
Outlets and inlets
And your friends in dark

Places to supply
At a price and as
Long as the darn cops

Didn’t know, at least
Those not on the take
Or payroll, you had

Your supply good and
Proper and Joe saw
That you were ok

And you let him have
His snoop and kinky
Lovemaking and a

Hell of a good time
And jazz and booze in
The speakeasies and once

Meeting that Louis
Armstrong feller with
His horn, white teeth and

Smiles and Joe wanting
The boys to keep you
Safe and out of reach

Of any of those
Weird guys from out of
Town and not wanting

Any cops to sniff
Around you or give
You a hard time and

You remember your
Mother with her hands
In the kitchen sink

Her eyes full of deep
Sorrow and her heart
Beating only for

You and the old man
Who kept her waiting
For love and a life

And you afterwards
Wanted nothing of
That, wanting to be

No man’s kitchen slave,
And no man’s chained wife.