Long ago and far away when I was the country cousin living in Kingston's upscale Beverly Hills and working at the bottom of the ladder in my first city job I wrote this poem. I am trying to write from memory but I am unable to remember every single word so I have done some editing. Because Hub Pages will not tolerate a short hub I may write a third verse.

The Road to Beverly Hills

Tired and listless road

Glued to the parent rock

Winding, turning, telescoping

Biting the tough dry soil

Slick shiny long black cars

Air-conditioned all soaring past

While shimmering heat of Kingston

Though losing its angry strength

Follows me along your way

On the road to Beverly Hills