Jerry Bolton Poet Free verse

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. June 30, 2014 at 4:11 PM Been there. You tell the story well.

Connie Marcum Wong June 3, 2014 at 2:22 AM Timing is everything and it seems like you had great timing! This poem made me smile remembering some times past. Sweet! Jerry Bolton June 3, 2014 at 7:05 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 June 2, 2014 at 5:01 PM intrigue, sexy, and witty write.. :) shadows simmer like a cold heart.. :) Jerry Bolton June 2, 2014 at 5:34 PM Thanks, Olive, yeah this was just taken from memories of a long time ago. Appreciate your kind remarks.

Tim Smith June 2, 2014 at 2:02 PM Never forget Jerry We need to know where we came from...Clouded decisions me make at last call... Jerry Bolton June 2, 2014 at 2:09 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 June 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM enjoyed the word choices and theme of this piece.. your ending brings the final element of surprise so well, jerry.. huggs Jerry Bolton June 2, 2014 at 1:19 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 June 2, 2014 at 12:42 PM exactly how the game is played. Thanks for sharing. Jerry Bolton June 2, 2014 at 1:05 PM Yup Jacob, you got that right. The same old, same old.

Doris Jamoner June 2, 2014 at 12:02 PM very well written. I like it. Thanks for sharing! Jerry Bolton June 2, 2014 at 12:42 PM Thank you so much, Doris, I am pleased that you liked my little poem about loneliness in this old world.