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NEON
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Each night she came as smoke ring mist
that floated lazy from your mouth,
crooning Tangueray poetry.
A tabletop is littered with
red playing cards and 'tater chips,
and soggy lip-rouged ciggie butts
from fiery redheads tipsy with
one too many vodka shots
to consummate a truckers' stop.
Her gin-sling sequined cocktail dress,
split up the sides & down the back,
hides nothing less from your mind's eye.
She ransomed you her miracles
the first time when you heard her sing
your favorite songs to you that night.
You raise aloft your whiskey glass;
a send-off of a time gone by,
of stains she left along the bar,
while semi-trucks downshift their loads
that flicker from the neon lights
alongside the old Interstate.
.
Each night she came as smoke ring mist
that floated lazy from your mouth,
crooning Tangueray poetry.
A tabletop is littered with
red playing cards and 'tater chips,
and soggy lip-rouged ciggie butts
from fiery redheads tipsy with
one too many vodka shots
to consummate a truckers' stop.
Her gin-sling sequined cocktail dress,
split up the sides & down the back,
hides nothing less from your mind's eye.
She ransomed you her miracles
the first time when you heard her sing
your favorite songs to you that night.
You raise aloft your whiskey glass;
a send-off of a time gone by,
of stains she left along the bar,
while semi-trucks downshift their loads
that flicker from the neon lights
alongside the old Interstate.
.
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