Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

Red Beans

Changes in 3/4 time. 
Can't split a dime. 
But you can sure waltz out the door. 
Sound of your combat boots on the floor. 
I hear the door slam
flies be damned
he's off to Memphis 
head long down a pipe line
cutting cards and turning life loose
train stations and bus stations
take you north
to the Big Muddy
A catfish dream
and Mud Island 
I'll stay home with my disease
Watch it all on TV 
till he shows up at my door
bigger than life
but I got a gun
and I shoot him down
now I got my red beans cookin'
Yeah I got my red beans cookin'

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Laura Breidenthal January 18, 2015 at 3:33 AM I love this... it's rather chilling actually with a great element of surprise. Love your play on the waltz line, with your beginning line. You're clever in your writing- just another thing I admire in your work. Always, Laura