Corner Pub #3 |
Two-Saddles Down (from Riding the Greyhound) |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
(from Riding the Greyhound) The saddle between my legs creaked as I shifted position to look over my shoulder at the sound of the jukebox being fed. Another quarter, another lost love refrain to get the beer drinkers upending their glasses, and maybe, feet shuffling on the patch of used to be shiny, dance floor – six square feet of bodies straining against one another. The bartender looked at me, flipped his chin at the woman two saddles down, with both elbows on the bar, and dropped in another quarter. Fat chance, I mimed, lifting my empty glass – Refill, please, Big Dog leaves in thirty-two minutes. And just as Aretha's opening notes caused my heart to skip-beats, there was a tap on my shoulder and there stood two-saddles down, eyes closed, sway-whispering, "Ain't no way . . ." you're not going to dance with me. Big Dog leaves in thirty-two minutes . . . Yesterday, or the day before. Maybe tomorrow too, but not before two-saddles down stops sway-dancing – with me.
Note: The bar, saddle-stools, jukebox and woman all true (late 1950s) - the rest, the dreams of an old man. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This is so vivid and colorful, dear Jimmy. You bring back sceneries of other times and you do it with great skill. I love reading your Greyhound memories. Dreams of an old man? Dreams keep us young, never give up on them! Margherita |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Oh man I am loving this...you brought the whole scene to life. One of you best big dog tales.. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
this is well worth a second round ... |
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