Open Poetry #49 |
Satin Shoulders |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
a tickle of the ivories gigolos and gigolettes turn in your direction lessons well learned amidst the smoke, and the stale smell of lager netted legs and vials of love for sale you play it with a slow, bluesy swing Satin shoulders begs your touch in E and the tears begin to well the foreign grinner laughs up his puke as his bottle demands equal time Satin shoulders looks to your fingers for wisdom and truth the foreigner slaps her behind and trollies off with her in tow over her satin shoulders she looks back at you... as you make the key change ...just bein' Bluesy [This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (03-01-2014 11:08 PM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I absolutely do love this one Blue. ~*~ People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Me too Max! Lori |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
ohhhhh this was so very sweet.. a wonderful piece of writing my friend |
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