Hungry

To what, dearest one
May we interest your
Tender palate? I see
Your 'buds are not
Too picky.

Perhaps a touch
of Springsteen to
Satisfy a rebellious heart
And quench that spunky thirst.

Or maybe you feel
More in the mood for Mr. Charles?
A bit of ole time blues
And piano to tempt your thoughts
On love past.

Oh dear, you simply
Can't gorge yourself so!
The sweet richness of Presley
And the raw tang of Cash
Might give your ears
A happy stomachache!

Perhaps tonight you don't
Wish to feast with waiting
Souls, bodies stilled, spirits never
Silenced. Perhaps you would like
Instead to visit a quartet of bassists,
Banjo-ists, guitarists, and one drummer,
Two brothers, four kin
With the taste of memory and the sticky
Summer hint of knowing
Just what you wanted to hear.

May I interest you in dessert?

Fairytale

Once upon a time,
There was a girl driving
Her silver Crown Victoria
(18 years old, and christened Mina)
Through a world of absolute beauty.

See, it had snowed that day, and was
Still snowing as she drove, and there
Was a thick, wooly fog oozing over
The world like albino maple syrup,
And a werewolf's moon
In the sky.

So the road was white,
The fields were white,
The sky was white,
And the moon tinged everything
Blue, and instead
Of being scared
(As her father obviously expected)
She was thrilled to happy pieces.

She drove in silence, set in
Cruise control even though she
Knew she shouldn't
(because the roads got awful slick),
Admiring the sky and riding for once
Without the radio on, so she could
Celebrate the silence, and maybe
Talk to all the spirits
Who rode with her.

Joy

Joy is
an afternoon of Elvis
Singing every word and
harmonizing with the voice
Of an angel.

Joy is
waking up with a plump
Little cat asleep on my face
because his purrs are vibrating
My nose.

Joy is
dancing in the kitchen
To Bob Seger, praising that
Old time rock 'n' roll, and not
Caring how silly
I look.

Joy is
anticipating the return of
My dearest, sweetest friend, because
words on a screen aren't enough and
She can always make
Me laugh.

Joy is
living the life I have right now
With all its ups and downs and
Little nuisances and quirks that
Make it especially mine.