Open Poetry #26 |
A Shadow Dancer On The Road To Alcohol |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
In an old road house just outside of town, on Friday nights and pay days or when bad weather was around, some codgers and dodgers, and good old boy reevers, would pick up from last week their ongoing project of drinking their lives away. One day out of nowhere, in through the front door came a thirtyish woman, well dressed with big hair. "OK boys! Who's next?" Her voice called out from the bar's back room. Throaty and hoarse, tobacco hard whiskey scarred, with just a little hint of weary, not the edgy babe, leery of police with big hair and tiny skirt, she'd been when she'd first announced she'd take all comers, of course she'd been at it now for hours. All she'd asked for was a wash cloth, a basin, two shots of mezcal an hour, no hitting, or biting, she wasn't into pain, she was just chasing her own demons like running after summer's rainbows in the rain. I guess she didn't want to take the trip alone. Someone said she was from the better part of town and was cranked at the clown she had married; something about his new office help, but I didn't follow the point. Someone else said, "Hey who cares, she really ain't half bad for this joint." At that, a rummy prince had growled, "When was the last time you even saw a broad come in this joint?" The first hour or so it seemed like a race to see who could do her quick just to get back in line again, waiting until she was free, after that, it was hurry grab a fresh drink and not miss the game on TV. From kickoff to halftime even the barkeep stepped in for a couple of tries. See, these were the steadies, the drunk rough and readies, really the classiest guys. She didn't care I could see in her eyes. cold empty eyes with a shine after one final poke I gave her a smoke she lied and said, "That was divine." She was a mess by the time she was done; she'd pick up her car the next day she grabbed her coat with a stagger, waved to the boys as she swayed and had to be helped to the door. I called her a cab and walked her outside, she asked if I wanted some more. I said, "No thank you Ma'am, I got to be getting along." "Your loss big boy," she laughed at me hard getting into the car, "see you later on down the road." I watched them drive off and turned back toward the bar I needed to drink something strong. © 2003 by icebox |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Goodness ice - this one hurt to read . . . amazing writing evenso xxoo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
damn! |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Ummm...sorry, Ladies; I did not mean anything personal. If I can't help someone re-think their choices, then the least I can do is try to help them get out alive. Thanks for reading my poem. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
she was just chasing her own demons like running after summer's rainbows in the rain. I guess she didn't want to take the trip alone. ==================================== I know "her" well ... shes not so different from the rest of us..... impactful write poet sir. well done. Im still imagining your voice ... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh my chasing demons gets rougher sometimes what a storyteller you are of reality that bites glad you didn't bite her |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I feel you have known a very colorful life, and am enjoying reading about it in the skill in which you present your craft. Excellent write. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Janet Marie ~ I think "she" is not as uncommon as many would like to believe; even in today's potentially deadly social world. Men act as a closed society when possible, although a woman can change that simply by showing up. This little scene actually was put together from three different women and three different events, but quite frankly, I have never understood the choice the woman makes and I am looking through a good half century of self-destructive behavior of my own. Thank you for reading and sharing your insights. I appreciate it. Midnitesun ~ Yes, chasing demons is an expense indulgence; I thought perhaps I should put a warning on this that said, "Kids, don't try this at home." All celts are story tellers; that part is easy. And, no I don't bite and I don't hit; I don't like causing pain, there are too many ways to share pleasure without pain. *smile* Thank you for reading this poem and for your comments; I value your opinion. Mysteria ~ Some one once told me I had lived a life less ordinary than most. I was in my forties I think before I realized what that meant. I was busy for a lot of it and for me it was just life. There are a few stories I wish I could tell, but I can't. I think sometimes that is why I tell the ones I am free to share. Thank you for reading this un-pretty poem and for your kind comments. |
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gyiel marlok Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 145OHIO |
icebox,hell yeah, that is the real deal right there,awesome,strictly awesome. |
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Selina Member
since 2003-06-07
Posts 62Philadelphia, PA, USA |
icebox, I have read several of your poems so far, but was too speechless to post a reply. I'm still not sure what to say, but I had to post and tell you what a remarkable talent you are. I am truly touched by the beautiful words put forth from your pen/keyboard. Your poems, make me think, ponder, wonder.. and want to know more. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Mr Ice... this side of human behavior and our own ways of self destruction..are not so strange as to be alien. Substitute your poison.. sex, work, booze, drugs, anger.... and the story is the same, just the means change... you tell it well... and of course now I'd like to hear the stories you can't tell... you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.. lol. seriously... good writing. |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
Mr. Icebox, I love your stories...you have so much to share. I wish I had more to give. My young life was caught between the plastic of disco and Reaganomics and junk bonds. Oh...sounds like a poem. LOL Patricia |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Fantastic write...so very much enjoyed!! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I think you got my share of storytelling ability... and I've more than enough Scot to want it back! LOL Seriously... you paint your word-pictures so vividly we're there... willing voyeurs pulled in, that shuffle out on reluctant feet when the last word is reached... Great write! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Provocative write.... Susan C. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
your writing compares to wealth the more you see (read) it the more you want of it thanks for sharing sudhir |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
gyiel marlok ~ I am glad you enjoyed this poem. Selina ~ Be careful about that thinking stuff! It can lead to ideas!!!!! *GRIN* Thank you for reading my poem and for your comments. Cpat Hair ~ I know you are right. It is a weakness in my cognitive field I guess. There just are some behaviors which do not make sense to me. It has nothing to do with right or wrong. It isn't moralistic for me; I suppose I would choose a different path. You are right also that at some level all self-destructive behaviors are the same. Thank you for reading my poem and, again, for your insightful comments. Patricia ~ Yes, definitely you should write a poem about that! *smile* You could even have a junk bond dog in it! Thank you for reading this and for your comments. Enchantress ~ Well, I am glad you enjoyed this poem. Thanks for the hug. suthern ~ Listen, if you are a Scot then that story gene is in there someplace, really! Thank you for your kind comments. Susan Caldwell ~ Uh-oh, I didn't provoke you did I? *grin* Thank you for reading this poem and for taking time to comment. Sudhir lyer ~ No one has ever said exactly that about my work before. Thank you. |
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