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Same ol' Story

I'm cryin' in my beer again
like I did the night before,
as I watch the evenin' shadows
creep across the bar room floor,
and my achin' heart is grievin'
for the gal I'll see no more.

The barman clucks his sympathy
and pours me another beer;
the jukebox in the corner plays
a love song, sad and drear,
as I sit and weep and slowly watch
my money disappear.

And when the bar room closes
and the neon sign is dark,
I'll stagger to my wooden shack
across the trailer park,
and the only sound to greet me there
is my hound dog's mournful bark.

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  • Judith Chandler
    June 7, 2008

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    captures the mood of this kind of jovial but lugrubrious evening just perfectly though a big jar of pickled eggs behind the bar might have been a nice touch.

    God, it's all so long ago. Thanks for the nostalgia and congrats on your HM.

    jjj

  • davidwright silver member
    May 31, 2008

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    I was the guy sitting next to you on the barstool I remember the evening well. That's a great lament. Thanks for your entry. David Wright


  • Mairi bheag gold member
    May 31, 2008

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    All you need now is a crippled kid, your old Marines uniform from 'Nam, a helpful trucker who turns out to be an angel... er... well, you get the picture, I'm sure.

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    May 31, 2008

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    Yeehah, yo sure kept this country, Same ol' story could be crooned by any of the C&W singers, made me smile and yet again I discover another facet within your multifaceted penmanship. Well done!


  • Cynthia Gaines gold member
    May 31, 2008

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    Absolutely Maahvahlous!!!

    Sad truths spoken within this weepy imagery. Yet I love your muse's fine metaphoric surrealism playing in the darkening light of the ages, Poet!!! Wishing you the best on this contest!!! Peace, Cyn


  • Quill
    May 31, 2008

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    Excellent story Bill,I could hear Mr.Johnny Cash sing this one,with his gravelled tone that came from way down in his boots.

  • davidwright silver member
    May 30, 2008
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    The contest is closed for judging which may take two or three days. My thanks to each of you for your great entry. Happy trails.

    David Wrigh


  • klassy lassy
    May 30, 2008

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    Oh, this is a sorry tale of woe.

    I had a friend who was a fan of hard rock. He knew that I like country music so one day he said to me, poker-faced,of course, "Karen, what do you get when you play a country record backwards?"

    I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "You dope, ya can't play records backwards!!!"

    "Sure you can!" he insisted and his face grew somber.

    Since he owned a recording studio, and was a technical wizard, I found myself second guessing.

    "Ya get back yer car, yer howse, yer dog, and yer girl..." With that he turned with nary a glint in his eyes and walked into the kitchen, muttering, "Ca-ra-z-y " ...leaving me groaning with my head in my hands.

    (true story)

    ~KL

  • Bob Fox
    May 30, 2008

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    Bill

    I think I may have seen you there a time or two. I was the guy in the corner hiding away from all so nobody could see my tears... Another gem from Bill

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