Daylight Dreams (from Riding the Greyhound)

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Open Poetry #48

Daylight Dreams (from Riding the Greyhound)

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

0 posted 2012-10-06 11:52 AM

Daylight Dreams

(from Riding The Greyhound)

It was Paris,
Texas,
and the honky-tonk jukebox
was classic Johnny Cash wanting to know
how high the water was,
and she danced,
not to the beat,
not to the rhythm, but to the heart,
slow and sensuous. . .

The beer kept coming,
Lone Star on tap, but who cared,
it was cold, like ice,
bubbly and wet,
everything needed
when the air is hot,
the wind still,
and pheromones lay like fog
throughout the room.

And I kept drinking,
sniffing the air,
taking in the scent of her
with every breathe,

watching her,
watching her . . . Dance.

And the big grey dog moved on,
as I slept.

© wesley james beard, jr.
september, 2012

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2012-10-06 12:00 PM

WoW! The only beer I hated more than Lone Star was Dixie. We both have a bar in our posting today, J. Me in my self-imposed misery and you on the grey dog within your wandering phase.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~

jwesley
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

2 posted 2012-10-06 12:06 PM

Must be we both like beer ... sometimes what ever was available....

j.

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