Slim and mustached Jerry sang his heart out in overalls at his lathe – the Mario Lanza of Kent-Moore Tools.
Curled metal gathered at his feet as he cut hard steel into usable parts. He glanced at the prints, reset the turret to take a second pass and belted out another chorus.
Jerry retro-dreamed of New York, of lessons, certificates, Juilliard and arias finished with outstretched arms – visions derailed but unforgotten.
Global madness sent him to France. With a pack and an M1 in place of scores. Jerry helped set Paris free yet never left a song on its stages.
Kent-Moore paid him well and masked by din of colliding metal Jerry sang and sang and sang all day for rivet guns and turret lathes. His voice would melt your heart.
*July, 2006
Included in Unity Tree - Collected poems pub. CreateSpace - Amazon.com