Heartbreak Hotel (Blogophilia 18.6)
Bed is empty now. Lipstick smeared on my pants Ribbon tied on the bed post As a reminder Was she pretty? Through the bottom of the glass, Yes. Harold's came in to view As night bloomed over the ocean Weary and dry, I pulled in. Ponytail behind the bar Put tequila in a glass And my life into A spin. Whiskey voice turned my head Blond by choice and lined by sun Rode hard all her life Still looking for a Prince In this pond of toads The next was to be kissed. Sharing stories of hurt Of cheating and deceit, Hating people and loving persons Making all the wrong choices We knew there was one more To make. The room was spare In the old seaside place Ocean breeze came through the cracks. She opened the jalousies so we Could rock in time with The surf. I loosen the yellow ribbon Covering her bust And drank deeply From her well Returning the favor, we were Fighting our fears In place. Dawn cracked and she left. Had to tend bar day shift. She...