She works hard at the drive-thru

hands me the cup

I marvel at her fingernails

Nashville Blues

March 20, 2014

Dreams

die in honky-tonks

as do I 

 

The Taste of Regret

March 18, 2014

Bitter herbs

salty cheeks

can’t go back

Can’t Compete

March 16, 2014

Ghosts live here

ride shotgun 

while I sit in the back seat

 

Dis-Appointed

March 16, 2014

Feels familiar

swallow hard

count to twenty

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March 15, 2014

Bike Ride

March 15, 2014

Bike ride morphs into a serious Harley

deep guttural sounds unmistakeable 

we ride two lane roads with abandon

Plans Change

March 13, 2014

Florida seas beckon me

while plans change

stuck in Suburbia

A Walk

March 9, 2014

We jabber rather, I jabber

through Laurel Park

by the crocus’ purple and yellow 

Bluebird

March 8, 2014

Eastern Bluebird lights on the apex of the dogwood

neon color flashes across the street 

I take it as a good sign this cold March morning