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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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the Sampan Bar New Orleans decades ago it was half full with merchant seaman and people like me whose lives didn't fit in any particular square hole the door opened the light coming through the door from outside blinded me she trudged in head down the image of despair found a stool at the bar and sat down everything about her screamed hopelessness somebody put money into the jukebox don't remember the song just know the lead-in was a heavy bass I felt movement I heard a tapping sound it was her drumming her nails on top of the bar her feet keeping time with the music a jazz piece she stood you could tell she was used by too many strangers and too many bedroom nights she walked to the center of the room only then did I realize her low-cut black party dress and the fact that she didn't look dejected anymore it was the music giving her life taking her out of the grungy nights hoping in desperation he would let her spend the night no home giving of herself for sleep but here in the trashy Sam Pan Bar she was center stage every eye was on her trying to blink the drink from their eyes a smile of pleasure on her face mid-thirties, maybe forty had been down some roads her life had not been filled with happiness but she was into the moment with suggestive hips jiggly breasts overflowing from the simple black dress the music had given her life her lover as long as the jukebox had the beat the bass seemed to be personal to her all eyes in the place were staring a look of euphoria came over her she was home now as long as the jukebox kept playing she was home as I watched her I felt so sad I left the bar waited across the street I knew the music would end when it did she would leave I waited for her (c)August 31, 2013 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You write about the very heart and souls of people...it is incredible my friend. You make us all flys on the wall and a heartbeat inside their head. Dang! Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good morning, Lori, I guess you are right, past memories can jump start a poem that's for sure. Appreciate you being here. ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
pleasure to read this slice of life...James |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you James. ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Such is life, Jerry. Ida |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yes it is many times, Ida. ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
gritty and pretty and real as they come Cool life lived, stuff as always |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Appreciate your input, Emma. Yeah, just can't seem to break away from the past, but think goodness I escaped that life after two wasted decades. ~*~ If they give you lined paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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