Boom Boom Boom Bam
(I recommend playing this song by Imelda May while reading... : * https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhogVvwbwkw)
It was blues and bass and me in the corner
When this man started
Tapping his feet and dancin'.
(When he dances, people watch -
When he dances, people follow)
He took my hand and led me to dance floor.
Well, shit, I'm going to step on his feet, I know it.
I consider myself a singer, you see,
And he knows the twirls and whirls of the world inside a glass of whiskey.
While I touch whimsy.
Drink coke, take meds and feel hazy, talk dirty
He sips and talks érotique.
He likes the cadence of light and shadows,
Loves the art of woman,
And woman loves his art
Flashes of peeping through cracks,
And hiding under white sheets in Heartbreak Hotel
On your mind.
Walls painted with different colors, a million brushstrokes
Fatal, and fire to smoke.
Fever clutch -
I dare you to let go.
I dare ya.
You can only wish the song never ends.
But it does.
And he'd let me go,
With heavy breaths and storms and more cliche rainy days.
(I love them.
He finds 'em endearing.)
Still struck, I'd trip on my way home.
Bleed out this poem
That will never be as good as his.
See, patting pockets, I found his letter.
And my, I hyperventilated.
My, I laughed and wept.
"I think I made you up inside my head."
*'Cause Johnny got a boom boom.
Johnny got a bam.
He got a -
For Mr. John Feddeler