Poem for a Lucky Dog

 

I'm just sitting minding my own

when this blond dressed in five and dime

flashes her flash cube eyes and says wanna dance

and I say why not

We do it to the Miracles

and then to the Supremes

and then to the Temptations

but then this Coniff crap comes on

no beat   no heat   no nothing

so I ask her wanna drink and she says sure

and we go to the bar and drink sunrises

till our skin burns red and our tongues hang out

Her eyes shutter and she's rubbing her lips together

I got something on my mind she whispers

I'm thinking I'm a lucky dog

I'm all ears I tell her

but then she starts crying about what's got into her

and how since Harry left town life's depressing

and maybe I think she's a s**t or something

I brush her hair back and touch her cheek like in the movies

and look heroic as she runs off to the john

The bar's gone quiet so I mosey over to the box

and play Hank Williams tucking my thumbs in my pockets

and when she comes back she's smiling like a china doll

She kisses my cheek and whispers she's sorry

and gives me one of those looks that drives men to poetry

finally running out the door and into the street

where a Mack truck just misses her and she lives

I'm hoping happily ever after.

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

I love this whole poem - been there seen that myself - but it was this line just knocked it out of the ballpark for me

"and gives me one of those looks that drives men to poetry"

That is just gorgeous and something I think most women would hope to aspire to.