rAntings
There is a boy who just wants a glass of red wine
some good conversation
a nice smile to gaze upon
a friendly face
maybe some Zydeco music
would be nice
he’s been there
He’s standing on a corner
talking to her
Bachet, Trane, hell, even Bird is gone
Paint the statue in KISS face
Uriah Heep, Black Oak Arkansas no body drives a Studabaker anymore
Open the trunk Have a beer let the party carry on
we sang about what’s so funny….
we didn’t really mean it
Johnny R was right
despite the hype
She was tall
actually shorter than she looked
she loved his
scared of moving too fast
scared of……SHIT!!!
they loved good together
They did the best they could while they were stuck in this place
would be nice
devolution
we don’t get older we grow
I like it a lot, Brian. I read the first verse, and I started thinking about me self.
Get yourself a publishing contract boy!
Classy poem, Brian!
Alternative feel.
Will get back on the other one to you, shortly.