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One Man's Journey (Excerpt) |
MUSIC CITY HONKYTONK
Afternoon rain
streaks over cars, Glistens on
aging sidewalks, Close to Star
Light’s tattered door, And dampens the
floor near my Dream-filled
bar seat. Belinda
(heartbeat from an album deal) Says,
“Welcome to this music city extravaganza.” Belts out her
broad street blues, Crying phrases
that cut right through you. Road musicians
feel each song; Create waves
keeping up their chops. Joe and Jane
patron are going strong. Music city
mental cases roar all night. Starving
songwriters coin a phrase, Under neon
signs at Star Light’s. In a tinsel
town craze, star hungry tourists Place their bet
on the one who “has the gift” And the one to
forget. Being here
misses my cowboy whims Gathered with
Grandma Owen In front of
that small red radio at noon, To yodel on the
trail, with Gene Autry. Bracket:
educated misfit with twist of Savannah. I’m lonely
enough to understand; Hold up in a
Nashville honkytonk That fits like
a warm buckskin jacket. Creaky wooden
chairs, antique bar, Etched symbols
and initials, Set filled with
smoke-mirrored Images, broken
face, shout, Applause, new
tune, fight, a bullet. Ghosts of
country legends linger A breath of a
song away to bring Chills to
pilgrims blessed enough To discover
this unknown’s hall of fame.
YESTERDAY’S
SHORELINE
Foam clings to
my beer glass like thoughts Breaking
through my mind for yesterday’s shoreline. I’m
sitting in the barroom with my friends: I feel
alone when I reach the part where You and I
should be laughing. In a
bitter-sweet moment That’s
beyond fixing, I find I’m missing you. I spend a
lot of nights playing with the pieces. One always ends
up not fitting. Leaves me
feeling like a Lonely wave
searching for a shore. Foam clings to
my beer glass Like thoughts
cresting through My mind for yesterday’s shoreline.
UNREHEARSED
Mountain stream Reflected
images Autumn leaf
palate I free fall
into All of them. Winter sleeps Under cover Summer fades In autumn air, Friends
remember Faces of spring
lovers. Interspersed,
intermingled With joy, a
tear, Unrehearsed
touch, Inspired,
fulfills My season here.
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