if I still had hair

on the top

of my head

I’d pile it up in a

big greasy pompadour

like Elvis or

James Dean

or Rockabilly Wolf

I’d pile it high, boy

with pomade or

Brylcreem

or sugar water

rock solid

man, I’d be a

stylin’ kustom

I’d be a kool kat

my  pompadour

would be like the

hood of a ’40 Ford

I’d pile it high, boy

four or five

inches high

and I’d be—

taller

with that

pompadour