You know it’s a must

 

 

 

Bill McCully ate glass,

rolled out of moving cars and short trees,

wanted to be a stuntman,

had some kind of a plate in his head.

 

We’re sitting in a strange bar

in East Baltimore, talking about

the old days, like last summer,

listening to Norman Greenbaum.

 

Goin up to the spirit in the sky’

 

The native morning drunks take a dislike

to something about us,

whiskey and beer mixed so early with testosterone

and we’re not locals.

 

It gets to the mother bashing stage

and I start to fantasize pain in

geometric shapes, two guys

in the morning mist pacing with pistols.

 

‘When I die and they lay me to rest’

 

Bill in his best Clint Eastwood way

grabs a bar stool, takes a bite

out of its black leather backing,

the perfect touch to calm the situation.

 

I felt bad for the stool, light a cigarette,

the big palm thing in the corner

goes back to growing,

the bartender takes his first of the day.

 

‘Gotta have a friend in Jesus’

 

Leaving, stumbling, Bill points out,

completely out of context,

that the rain falls on the living and the dead

and I wonder if he was listening to the lyrics.

 

Driving off the lot he mentions the time

I talked him down with the knife in his hand.

I tell him we’re even, and nonchalantly

inquire how he digests this stuff he eats for effect.

 

‘Go to the place that’s the best’

3 comments

  1. HI Craig

    Vivid and intense, I was caught up on this scene with its well-detailed characters from start to finish. I think, now and then, we’ve all found ourselves in as strange place that seems kind of familiar where we confront old rivalries, anger and need. I really like the way you convey the personalities in this piece and some excellent description that sets the mood like:

    ” I felt bad for the stool, light a cigarette,

    the big palm thing in the corner

    goes back to growing,

    the bartender takes his first of the day.”

    and

    i”it gets to the mother bashing stage

    and I start to fantasize pain in

    geometric shapes, two guys

    in the morning mist pacing with pistols.”

    Thanks for sharing,
    I enjoyed reading this.

    My Best,
    Wendy

    Like

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