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Open Poetry #45

The Half-Price Hostage

martiniat8
Senior Member

since 2003-06-21

Posts 897
Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic

0 posted 2009-10-27 08:51 PM

(it probably won't read right, unless i read it aloud, but here ya go)

"The Half-Price Hostage"

I sat in the corner, sipping my tea
easily mistaken, for old saloon whiskey

and up on the sound
and in through the doors

was the music
and the resemblance
of a man dressed in black

the swinging doors, had been fixed
and old music, filled the mix

this was a flashback and a tribute
to the dearly departed

Johnny
Cash

My eyes became focused
and I hid behind stacks

behind books of dead poets
like bodies in racks

He aimed with his finger
through the see-through counter glass

like the gun for the man in Reno
saying "I'll take the lumpy loaf, last"

for a slice of bread
can be mistaken for Brad

all that I knew
was it looked really bad

then over the glare
and through frightened stare

came the tunes to the soothing
through the cool evening air

it was a call to the Sheriff
and his faithful deputy

so saved from my worries
so safe was, poor me

rescued by Billie
aka
"Doc" Holiday

held hostage at Song Point
at the Half-Price, Black Forest

Coffee
Cafe

Mysteria