New poem: CLASSIC TEXAS

I took a good look around my hometown
of vacant lots and empty buildings
but drove too slow and a policeman followed me
in a police SUV up to a stop sign
where the driver to the right
ran through another stop sign
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and the policeman didn't chase that driver
but turned right after we turned left
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we then drove to the family home
after passing by junior high
turned into eight-year school
because someone persuaded the town
to close the elementary school
and build what looked like converted trailers
on the junior high property
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the billboards on the highway
paint my hometown
as a cozy place
where tourists can exit
and spend an hour or two
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once upon a time,
until around 1969,
it qualified as that place
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now take a good look around
then see the policeman behind you
and prepare to maybe get a ticket
so the town can have money
to keep breathing