Knob Creek

A poem 'bout a country-a*s/back-water Tennessee boy

I met a strange man

Who had walked many lands

He had an ancient name

That was Spartan, not Roman

He played intelligent games

And never crashed in a plane

He couldn’t remember my name

But that’s what happens when

You’re the flavor of the moment

 

He told me he’d introduce me to Gentleman Jack

Then he hopped on his horse, and never came back

But before he left, took all my pictures and letters

Stuffed in a satchel, and left me for debtors

Stolen from the temple, were three coins of gold

And took my heart, too, with nothin’ to hold

 

The route he took to get there was just too steep

And he made all sorts of promises he couldn’t keep

And the booze doesn’t help, nor do the cigars

He sits on the back porch countin’ the stars

Reminiscing ‘bout a lovely girl he once knew

And what happened to her, no one has a clue

 

I never did meet good Gentlemen Jack

But I did meet this old boy from Knob Creek

My ancient warrior, he never looked back

Ended up in some dusty cabin in Tennessee

A good judge of character, I always did lack----

To know better than him dreaming of me

I knows he ain’t ruminatin’ or thinkin’

While tendin’ the hundred-year-old apple tree

‘bout a ginger-ale who took up whiskey drinkin’

Oh no sir, he aint thinkin’ ‘bout me

 

Well, anyways, as the story goes

She ne’er did find those passion throes

Mr. Creek was Jack Daniel’s wealthy cousin

(At least, that’s what the gossip was a buzzin’)

But they comes from a poor family of sinners

Making folks spend their money and go broke

Oh no sir, they ain’t from no stock of winners

But they sure do mix up good with some coke!

 

Well sir, poor lass was left on a cold mountain

And she drown herself in an amber fountain

She took Mr. Creek to bed, that’s right

Poor b*****d, didn’t have no knob----

At least he kept her warm at night

Although, he didn’t have no job!

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

And the greatest of these is love.
Some paths lead to nowhere, however
the experience is humbling. truly... Pat

[Chris]

Actually - it read well. I found myself listening to the story being told and understanding a lot 'tween the lines. I appreciate this one.

[A. Amos]

Interesting poetic tale, now thinking about Jack and coke:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I can find many different means in your words… on the surface and between the lines… so needless to say, excellent work.

[The Twin Arenas]

a real ramble. a strange voice.