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too much rain for romance


not every streetcar is named Desire.
this one is headed up Hollywood boulevard where the
celluloid only crackles in black&white & love comes cheap.
if you can call it love.

meet me in the bar, Doll, the whiskey is smooth & older than
yesterday’s dreams. the music will hide us from the troubled
night, where the stars fall after the rain.

the girl on the softly lit stage knows how to ship out a sad
song, she was born in that lonely place. we can dance slow
while I memorize your eyes through the smoke & taste the
red on your lips. & I promise not to waylay you with poems
about amour, they don’t translate into that language.

when you go, baby, I won’t try to stop you; you’re a love story
that hasn’t been scripted yet, you’re a good girl who likes bad
things. there’s a Bogart at the Chelsea hotel waiting to write
odes to the pretty mistakes in your past.

darlin’, you couldn’t be more dangerous if you carried a Glock
between your legs.

a dame like you, with a body like that? you won’t have to light
your own cigarette or slap down a 2-dollar bill for a cocktail.
you’ll always find a bed that’s not lonely,
and a man that is.


best advice I ever got, I found in a fortune cookie:
when it comes to love, you’re gonna lose in the long run.
just don’t do it all at once…


(Art: George Hurrell)



Written by JohnFeddeler
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