Neon signs—now they’re old enough
for historic preservation. Businesses fail but
the signs’ ideas endure far from the actual:
Cleaning nowhere near the wringing
of hands in the laundry. Repair
with no wrenches in reach.
These bent and soldered sales pitches,
serenades of gas stations and seedy hotels,
may lack the elegance of antique and artifact.
But praise them, and those who tend
to the flickering of the familiar before it expires.
Who exalt the dullard everyday, ignite
a No to go against the Vacancy,
and live in that kind of light.