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roadie girl blues |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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"I'll have scotch" I said as I hugged the stool with my behind hoping to find some comfort there. "A double shot over ice-- and then just splash the soda--slow." The drummer? He was late again. Then the truck was packed all wrong. Whoever did it, forgot egg crates.. tonight, I knew--there was no 'rise'... Peppy would stand--I knew he would-- his ego hated the obscure of amps and trees that sparked the light. It would be that "hard day's night". The bus broke down outside Leesville, the guys tucked their hair beneath their hats. I was singing "Born To Lose..."-- then Johnny told me to shut up. He kissed me on my cheek and grinned--my Johnny? No--he could not sin. But then he only played rhythm-- usually we turned him down-- claiming bad cords on a monitor.. until of course, he let harp sing. Then Johnny never could be stopped. Bryan he was Beautiful... his hair was rainbows, just like mink. Wavelets flowing his remorse, I used to brush it from beneath before he walked onstage. Steve always hid behind a suit-- a hat and shades and he could play-- fulfilled--he let that lead guitar tattoe in spine his inner cries so deep within-- without--our minds. Mother Bruce worked the sound board-- always bumming cigarettes. A beauty of the Greek, he was, but somehow always lacked the grace asking every woman's favor, he told me once he believed in increased odds. And there I was, one of the guys the lonely girl that graced the crew. I duct-taped line across the stage-- I learned to roll the cords up loose-- avoiding crimp of wire... * * * Denny's was, always strange-- cops in glare of uniform as we stumbled in from bus-- once a waitress quit on the spot-- we sat at her station. I didn't blame her one damn bit. In fact, I should have followed her. They asked who had worked that night-- not one of us remembered... Who had worked the door or floor and who had challenge of the stage-- who had tuned up which guitar... Which city had put up with us... * * * I fell to sleep right at the bar-- I used my purse for pillow. A customer sang "Lonely girl" and I just smiled there in my bed. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (11-13-2002 06:06 AM).] |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Serenity...I like this for the fact you have painted a picture with words of a way of life I'd not have known; causing me to feel I was there, observing this little slice of life. Your talent as a writer is outstanding I always enjoy whatever you post, not so much for content, but, for the creativity you use so well to express it. Thanking you for sharing your talent with us. Warm regards, Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The drummer? He was late again. Then the truck was packed all wrong. Whoever did it, forgot egg crates.. tonight, I knew--there was no 'rise'... Peppy would stand--I knew he would-- his ego hated the obscure of amps and trees that sparked the light. It would be that "hard day's night". ===================================== Bryan he was Beautiful... his hair was rainbows, just like mink. Wavelets flowing his remorse, I used to brush it from beneath before he walked onstage. Steve always hid behind a suit-- a hat and shades and he could play-- fulfilled--he let that lead guitar tattoe in spine his inner cries so deep within-- without--our minds. ================================ I have said before (and will say again) YOU ROCK...and it rolls me!!! LOVE this....and the needy mothy me says... WRITE A PROSE about all these memories !!!! yeah....Im greedy with your words   No one has ever shown me how to see the world the way I see it now ... |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
Enjoyed the ride!! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Denny's was, always strange-- cops in glare of uniform as we stumbled in from bus-- once a waitress quit on the spot-- we sat at her station. I didn't blame her one damn bit. In fact, I should have followed her. They asked who had worked that night-- not one of us remembered... Who had worked the door or floor and who had challenge of the stage-- who had tuned up which guitar... Which city had put up with us... (chuckling)..... Nicely told Witch... see you found some food for thought... shoot any pool? |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
grinning... I almost titled this "yesterday's beer tastes bad when you burp" OW and Ron? It's all your fault...I scratched twice on the eight...  OW Thanks...gawd I wish sleep was as easy as it seemed last night when that jerk in the Grateful Dead t shirt kept talking to me....  Thanks all--for strolling with me a bit. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Rich and wonderful! I agree with Janet Marie, write this up as a story!!  |
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Connel
since 2002-11-04
Posts 736Florida, USA |
Beautiful poem.. Thank you so much for sharing. I wish to become a great poet some day, but it will only come in time. Til then, I shall write my poems, and wait. |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
*does her Oliver Twist impersonation* Can I have some more please or something to that affect lol..leaves me thirsty & hungry for more...! Kristen If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Wonderful writing, Karen... It takes lots of talent to write a story and bring it real so poetically  ~ rockin chipmunk hugsLyra |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
trust me...this is just a spit shine on the boots of yesterday... so much more to say, but I thank you all, so kindly. ever generous--you good poet people! |
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