Open Poetry #48 |
Daylight Dreams (from Riding the Greyhound) |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
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 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
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. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Must be we both like beer ... sometimes what ever was available.... j. |
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