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Jeff Reed

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    • Under a Runaway Throttle
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TWENTY-THREE

March 31, 2025 Jeff Reed

yellowjackets diving my picnic,

column of spring ants coming through

the floor crack, twenty-three skidoo!

runny nose from blowing grasses,

headaches after clenching teeth through

dream-fraught nights, twenty-three skidoo!

and twenty-three skidoo all you

phone scammers, leaf-blow whiners,

fast-lane slow drivers, gossipers 

at the workplace cooler,

every newer version of every

instrument we thought we knew,

give me back the old, I say,

and twenty-three skidoo!


Note: “Twenty-three skidoo” is an early expression of American slang, meaning, “shoo”, “go away,” “get out of here”.  Below is a usage example from the book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn published in 1943:


“He dispersed the crowd very simply by telling them he'd send for the pie wagon and take them all down to the station house if they didn't twenty-three skidoo.”  


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