SUNDAY MORNING GETTING DOWN
I imbibe with bourbon in the cappuccino
In my cup and Friday’s Post-Dispatch still on the table announcing the news
Unwilling to part with it
Rather not part with you
All she’s done will live on but it hurts
Not like when Kennedy was shot
A horror, devastation of a different kind
It hurts like a child reaching out to no arms there
Queen of souls
Our soul she sang held so many souls in her hand
We’ve lost something special, so precious and pure
A force of nature, a reckoning that’s for sure
Throws the fur on the floor singing her heart
Rest in peace
No more pain
You lost the battle they say
See you on the next plane
Write a country song well do you think I could or should
Criteria has to be met first there’s no dog though we owned one way back
Did it leave run away did it get killed no sir
We had to give her away find a new home where we were going she couldn’t stay
Maintenance there they liked to steal from any tenant who had the misfortune to rent
We didn’t know this at first dog-sense the best
She’d protect us oh yeah they wouldn’t stand a chance
There went the dog and our hearts
Perhaps a good start
Next must be a lover who went astray a list long and distinguished could be
Not really for me but those involved weren’t truthful the couple times I tried
Thought they knew something others stood in line for their turn
But too much to fathom easier to stay alone I’d decide and did
I guess this would qualify making two that are met some romantic boo-hoo
Still I like my life the way it turned out in fact I love being me gee what’s next
Usually whiskey somewhere well it’s bourbon I drink to drown sorrows no
It’s bourbon I drink simply true that’d make three though usually
A Manhattan with lavender bitters is never described as a drowning pool
Just drunkenness because of what came before but I prefer enjoying life
I hope spoiling the tune not
But I did run over a cat that’s true back on track we go
Losing count is that three
The kids were young we’d just moved t’was long before the dog
Helped me to decide I’ll say
Foolish kitten watched us close too close as I backed up
Put the car in idle as I tossed the body into the weeds in the field across the way
Tears flowing from their eyes I vowed no more cats only a dog smarter I hope
We went from there it panned out well oh no is that too upbeat
Then we had to give her away does that help
Well I tried not enough tragedy things have a way of working out
Maybe country songwriting’s not for me
Yawning awake or yawning I may just sit here for a while I haven’t decided. But, I’m a little chilly, sweater or bathrobe the biggest decision to be made. If only these could be the worst. Up I go. I could add time to the dryer too. Drowsiness sets in thanks to a mouthful of wine, single digits to teens stay outside.
Nothing intelligible so far or am I brilliant? There goes the heat. Reminds me of The Sound Of Music, a few of my favorite tings, things. I’m thirsty. Water. I can’t sit still. The bathroom again. My eyes want to close and there’s the bed.
Maybe the morning and then I don’t feel so bad schnitzel notwithstanding.
There I am.
Head in hand as my arm guides me to the table, slide stop, slide stop, slide stop… headache thinks it should be. Christmas tree lights in their last few days, new times wait in the wing. That’s it for now, mañana, oh; it already is.
The band’s gonna give it to you, yes they are. If you don’t believe it just come round to where they hang. It’s one of my favorites as I walk that keeps a good pace. Having the ear buds in make the lyrics so clear, with the background quips, grunts and ha-s and then one day it occurred to me… the band has to give it to you the only way to be satisfied (you know), after all they’re not 15 anymore or at least they don’t look it. I remember an interview with one rocker who revealed he practices yoga to be able to satisfy his wife, to be able to last as long as she needs him to. Ha… yup, it’s necessarily so however you’d like to look at it, slice and dice it. How valuable, how good it is to have a partner, a friend, someone special over the years so there’s no worry, to be able to be yourself. Remember when and growing old, what’s that?
Good guys who get those bad guys and win, I love those movies. How many times have they lulled me to sleep, just last night in fact. A great cast that gets better and better, different roles for some but it’s great to see… well, them, especially actors I’ve watched over the years. Might sound silly but its like family reunions answering the questions of how’ve you been and looking good! How can I fall asleep to such violence? What violence? They do what I can’t being over my head in reality, legality, in other words if I stood in the street and let out a scream to release the distress “they’d” take me away in a rubber truck. Instead my good guys get the bad guys and I wake up refreshed. We win! I embrace the day! Or do I just love a good action film? Like the CEO in Small Soldiers said, more or less, it’s not violence it’s action, kids love action. This kid certainly does.