her story bare begun
quick tangled in the telling
twisted down the road
tired ‘ere her finish
~ ~ ~
Faithful
Smoke cloud mixers, Bud and whisky
guitar men coaxing dirt road tunes
while cocktail bribes and leering eyes
and two-step guys test her favor.
But it ain’t here I’ll be steppin’ cause
what’s in these pants don’t give a damn
so I’ll be heading home to do my dancing
to those bluesy moonlight rhythms of you.
~ ~ ~
Stark
only the red bricks are missing
Sam’s Bakery caught fire when it rained
the graveyard is closed Monday
London Bridge fell down
the Metro doesn’t run here
sunrise comes but once a day
Retribute
She rode the tracks
From San Francisco to Old EP
Reluctant went the while beside him.
She damned him and damned me,
And lo when came the final station
Twas her most damned of all.