Almost everyone who came back from Korean War
plays Piano now.
All around that lounge were cognac glasses
being used for tip jars.
The customers were either runaways-fugitives or
here for a cheap getaway.
Red could play Piano for days hooked on
saltines and codeine.
After the evenings set Red new it was back to the sidewalk
laying next to a warm cup of coffee and the memory of being told how good
he was.
He was startled by voices that begged him to play more songs
"c'mon Red give us a song
that old favorite,the song
that makes us forget".
eight legs wide
an array of eyes
a red hourglass
that glows
from her side, but
the black widow spider
lives inside of
the red rose
Spanish Night
Dance through the flames
Flamenco blood flows through her veins
Wear the Spanish red dress
Piano black hair and burgundy red lips
Dance in your black heels, footwork and guitar
The Flamenco dance is what you are
You are the melody in the matador’s red cape
Dancing wildflower and sparkling red flames
Castanets twirl in your hands like a bright sword
Beat your tambourine, stump your feet and clap your hands
Spanish night, Flamenco blood flows through her veins
Young red bird
Humble sky
Ides of March
Tears explode
Inside
Live forever
Refuse to die
Young red bird
You stretch
The Sky
The last thing I saw
Luann wear was that
beautiful red dress.
Our last kiss,
was so sweet,
as we bid fair well,
she stepped into the
car and drove away,
never to see her again.
A pickup truck came
from nowhere as
he went pass the stop sign.
Luann's entire body and
the beautiful dress
was all covered in red
her enchanting face
I will never see
again, because a drunk driver,
had taken that away also,
the crumbled up body
was taken to the morgue,
the red dress was
her last thing to wear,
I will always remember it,
Luann's memory will always
be in my heart, loving,
her till my dying days.
wrote 8-17-07 The only thing true about this is i saw a woman one day wearing a red dress which gave me the idea for the poem. also i once knew a girl name luann,the rest was all made up in my mind.
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