The kind of bar you’d not enter for your own safety but things change if you choose to open the door


Lowcountry Swing (A tribute to Thomas' recent old dry dock poem)

Old Saloon no windows up front
open deck in back
Tinned roof cypress planks
Emerald waving Salt Marsh below
in a burnt orange sunset
Rolling to evening velvet black
Distant lights and fire flys

Large women high ragged cutoffs
Teased hair lace camisoles
Thick waisted mascaraded up
Barefoot high busted

Badass roughnecks stained jeans boots
T shirts big belts big smiles
Boat men in worn dockside whites
Unshaven roudy laughing

Folks dancin dirty and talkin trash

Old chairs and tables mismatched
Christmas lights in August
Scented by salt marsh at low tide
Kareoki machine smokin
Cool tunes and hot mikes

Willy Nelson Frank Sinatra
Vince Gill Dionne Warwick
Sung with lust and passion
Off key voiced without regard or care
Quenched by Miller Bud and bourbon

It's Friday night the weeks been long
Time to let it all hang down
Low Country Swing in the
Carolinas salt marsh
Evenin Moonlight




Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-27 at 15:19

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great stuff. Who would have thought that Willy Nelson and Frank Sinatra sat side by side in a jukebox. You mention karaoke so it must a recent scene. Did you sing?
2019-03-29



Wonderful! The whole panorama of down 'n' dirty is immediate and real in this superlative poem.
2019-03-27