jersey hound Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

car rolls up

in sporting fashion—

on a side street,

shades, smiles flashin’,

not the autobahn—

both bon jovial.

captain kidd

transporting

the boss,

sans the king of swing,

hitman, or mr. poodle,

to a new jersey fling—

it’s a jersey thing—

living on speed,

no time for a prayer

but both socially aware,

not far

from their car;

ain’t no hearse,

jet black, sleek, fast—

time to rehearse—

meant to

outlast.

one square mile

down the shore—

straight past

asbury’s stone pony

right next door—

welcomes two gods

of rock and roll.

kick it off—

time to soar—

gonna rock like it’s

nineteen seventy-four.

but here’s the thing

i’ve discovered,

better now

before it gets smothered:

it’s also my time—

Jersey bound—

heading home

ready to sound,

engine revved,

wires wound!

i’ve arrived—

time to rock—

you’ll hear the howl

of this jersey hound.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 28, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: August 28th, 2026 06:53
Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Art of Being collection. Inspired by the real-life event of Jon Bon Jovi driving Bruce Springsteen to E Street Band rehearsals in Ocean Grove on Saturday, March 21, 2026, this poem intertwines that moment with my own homecoming to the Garden State. Great to be back!
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