Jukejoint

it is later than late shadows simmer like a cold heart the jukebox plays on drinking and smoking it is the jester’s time den of iniquity everyone here looking for a score of some kind danger lurks inside her faded blue eyes she doesn’t frighten me music loud and reedy a song I don’t know out of touch I’m an old country, old rock kind of guy blue eyes presses my leg with hers panic time jukejoint closes in fifteen minutes we must choose between reality and make-believe I choose make-believe and press back on her leg

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Vince Suzadail Jr.

Date: 6/30/2014 4:11:00 PM

Been there. You tell the story well.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/3/2014 2:22:00 AM

Timing is everything and it seems like you had great timing! This poem made me smile remembering some times past. Sweet!

Jerry Bolton
Date: 6/3/2014 7:05:00 AM

Hi Connie, I very much appreciate you thought on my poem, and I agree about the timing. Thank you for being here for me.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 6/2/2014 5:01:00 PM

intrigue, sexy, and witty write.. :) shadows simmer like a cold heart.. :)

Jerry Bolton
Date: 6/2/2014 5:34:00 PM

Thanks, Olive, yeah this was just taken from memories of a long time ago. Appreciate your kind remarks.

Tim Smith

Date: 6/2/2014 2:02:00 PM

Never forget Jerry We need to know where we came from...Clouded decisions me make at last call...

Jerry Bolton
Date: 6/2/2014 2:09:00 PM

Hah! Cloudy and desperate decisions, Tim, yeah you're right. Thanks for stopping by and sharing your wisdom, I most appreciate it.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 6/2/2014 1:13:00 PM

enjoyed the word choices and theme of this piece.. your ending brings the final element of surprise so well, jerry.. huggs

Jerry Bolton
Date: 6/2/2014 1:19:00 PM

Heh.Heh Many thanks, Nette, for showing up here today. Just reminiscing about how it was during my two lost decades. Should let these memories fade away, but it seems they conspire and gang up on me to keep them alive.

Jacob Vasquez

Date: 6/2/2014 12:42:00 PM

exactly how the game is played. Thanks for sharing.

Jerry Bolton
Date: 6/2/2014 1:05:00 PM

Yup Jacob, you got that right. The same old, same old.

Doris Jamoner

Date: 6/2/2014 12:02:00 PM

very well written. I like it. Thanks for sharing!

Jerry Bolton
Date: 6/2/2014 12:42:00 PM

Thank you so much, Doris, I am pleased that you liked my little poem about loneliness in this old world.