4/30

Shhhhhh..

the needle on the record
the pungent skunk smell
clinging to the air

the voice.
THAT voice.

she knew all pain
put words to our sorrows
our temporary losses

cheap thrills?
Kozmic Blues, mama?
We didn't really know the half of it

staring at popcorn ceilings
counting nickels and dimes for
small town convenience stores

Harmon park on those cold nights

(Half Moon...night time sky...)

knowing we would leave. together.
conjoined dreams of a shared destiny?
a combination of the two

the swirl of incense
dancing to the beat
"You know that I need a man"

Only you didn't
at the time
but you needed someone

"So if someone comes along,
(S)He's gonna give you some love and affection"

teen dreams and broken hearts
she was your ball and chain
well, her fists were

"She'll do crazy things
on lonely occasions"

Sitting in that motel room.
Drinking.
Pill popping.

No wonder we loved her
She would die like our
whiskey roughened idol

Lord, Lord, Lord
Where's my color TV?