Premiered at Gin Mill Playhouse, Seattle, WA – 3/6/2007
ACT 1
My Trip to the Lake
Hard All Over
Cinderella after Midnight
Beef Jerky and a Bottle of Wine
Quiet Down the Mountain
ACT 2
Parched Corn in the Dry Tortugas
Living on Bread Alone
Gambler’s Confession
Edge of a Dime
Sociology 101
Bull of the Woods
ACT 3
Esméralda
Spring City
Prisoner of Need
Missing Melissa
Half a World Away
What Have You Done?
The Final Word
In a nearby little town,
the roads go up and down.
There's a gin mill,
and a church on a hill.
Both remain there still.
inspired by another member's poem
it a little town
roads up
and down
also a gin mill
and a
CHURCH ON THE
HILL
A long time ago lived a guy named Bill
Barber was his trade,did bad cuts at will
Client's dubbed him cruel
Dude just broke every rule
Eve his ex got him canned,works at gin mill
Inspired By Limerick 2 Contest
1-9-19
If Found Please Return
Where will they find me?
Depends on who’s looking - and why?
Sitting alone on the curb stone
spitting at the mailbox
August sun scorching the asphalt
a city kid dreaming of beaches
Gazing out September’s windows
as the teacher drones on…and on….
Marching in the cadence of starched uniforms
youthful adult - growing old
Listening to the Jukebox in a “Gin Mill”
soaking the sorrows before noon
Chasing the children barefoot
surf salted sandwiches for all
Raising the hands of triumph
easing the pain of loss
Holding the children’s children
old hands renewing hope
Sitting alone on curb stone
spitting at the past
3/12/2016
submitted to – WHERE WILL THEY FIND YOU – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Marugu Mo
somehow having a child
in a city kept you desperate,
made you accept drinking
as a way of life.
the chain smoking
the waitress job
that gin mill
the office job.
belonging is another
form of punishment.
beaten by men
by odds,
you never loved yourself enough.
the rest was hot coffee
on a cold night,with the kind of love
that puts muzzles on dogs.