Lucid Dreaming (from Riding the Greyhound)

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Open Poetry #48

Lucid Dreaming (from Riding the Greyhound)

jwesley
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since 2000-04-30

Posts 7563
Spring, Texas

0 posted 2012-11-05 12:16 PM

Lucid Dreaming
(from Riding the Greyhound)

She was forty or sixty
red hair (the dark kind),
short, above the shoulders -
red lips, lipstick teeth,
a body that knew better days,
yet wore lingering eyes
that spoke of want and need.

We sat in a bar
two doors down from
Greyhound Bus Station -
not the best bar for elbow resting,
but the beer was cold,
the juke box not too loud,
Merle Haggard ". . .starting to love her, again",
her asking if I danced.

I didn't. But I did.

She clung to me
like I was her soul support ,
a moment of forgetfulness,
in a place of far too lucid memories.

She clasped my hand
between her breast,
breathed on my neck,
touched my ear lobe with lips
that remembered but knew
I wasn't, and probably wouldn't,
and then she was right back
in the bar,
just down from Greyhound
shoving me out to arms length,
dancing to Merle's "Working Man Blues".

Big Grey Dog was eating blacktop,
the miles moving away from the bar,
the red-head with the cute face,
big smile,
a yearn to live in the moment,
telling me goodbye at the door,
that it was fun,
and it was real,
but she had to get on with her life.

Yeah.
She had to get on with her life.

Big Grey Dog was eating the miles,
and me?

I was falling asleep . . .
thanking god for the safety
of the dog.

© wesley james beard, jr.
november , 2012

Note: a repost at my daughter's request, revised and reformatted,

ebonygirl
Member Elite

since 2011-07-14

Posts 2000
California U.S.A

1 posted 2012-11-05 01:35 AM

Very, very well done J!
Enjoyed the story,
Ms. E

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2012-11-05 07:16 AM

Haha! Yeah, I can dig it.

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

Victoria

Member Ascendant

since 2000-08-12

Posts 5869

3 posted 2012-11-05 02:41 PM

If she knew better days then she was probably sixy. ha.. Nicely done J.

~V~

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
- Paul Valery (1871-1945)

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