In His Natural State
It must have been eighty-nine degrees
Coming on an hour before noon
Trash caught up in weeds
Out behind the Seven-Eleven
Down in Ralph’s basement.
When they both stopped by just to say
To Ralph and his lovely lady
Between all the shots of JD
And some cold beers
“Good luck with moving to Florida, pal.”
But did Jed really need to moon those two girls
Sitting out front in their dark car
Minding their own business?
And then have to demand to be let in
That one guy’s front door?
You wouldn’t think so
But that’s the way it is
And I wouldn’t think so
But that is how he was
posted by Harry | 10:08 AM
8 Comments:
Nice work. I esp. like the last stanza. Interesting.
Nice work. I esp. like the last stanza. Interesting.
Nice work. I esp. like the last stanza. Interesting.
Nice work. I esp. like the last stanza. Interesting.
Thanks, Palinurus...to all four of ya...rofl
Lawd, I know, Keeefer. Thing is though, if I didn't write about these cats, I'd be crazier than a shit-house rat me own self.
Texas, you should know, can get hotter than Uluru’s top on a cloudless day, so go figure.
Now did you say pie?
Now 'Cafe de Axle' is something extraordinary, and I now so wish I had me an opportunity to stop for some tucker. Imagine the likes of Frank Sinatra, Robert Mitchum and Marelene Dietrich, as well as our Colonel Sanders dropping by.
Elton John, Kevin Costner, Brooke Shields, Pat Rafter, Olivia Newton John, Jerry Lewis and Billy Crystal…whew…in addition to Pamela Anderson even…is a damn impressive list of clientele.
Well, so they claim.
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