Wild Horses
I sat in front of a Hefe, having wandered into a biker bar, fantasizing about a leisurely ride to nowhere behind a broad bear, cuddly or block and time hard, hair with no reason, and miles of life and experience between us.
Someone's grandfather sat next to me and I fed him. I hadn't wanted much to eat, just enough to offset the drink.
He reciprocated by refreshing the Hefe.
He was lumbering and gentle, didn't press for any other responses.
They were playing pool behind us. Two of them were profoundly young and unscathed. Another came in and framed the door with his shoulders. His hair was pristinely plaited behind his neck. From where he sat he gazed at me, many times. I returned most of them unwavering, challenging the space. He wasn't there for me, but I volleyed the image in my head of angrily fucking him simply because he looked like a built version of someone I despised and would have enjoyed taking myself out on.
On and on the jukebox serenaded. And I waited. SRV began to play, trailing a short list I'd chosen to hear. Motorhead, Skynyrd, Flogging Molly and a few others. As they played, I danced out my desires and farewells.
Another time I'd return. Perhaps then he'd be there. Just the one to give me the ride.
Someone's grandfather sat next to me and I fed him. I hadn't wanted much to eat, just enough to offset the drink.
He reciprocated by refreshing the Hefe.
He was lumbering and gentle, didn't press for any other responses.
They were playing pool behind us. Two of them were profoundly young and unscathed. Another came in and framed the door with his shoulders. His hair was pristinely plaited behind his neck. From where he sat he gazed at me, many times. I returned most of them unwavering, challenging the space. He wasn't there for me, but I volleyed the image in my head of angrily fucking him simply because he looked like a built version of someone I despised and would have enjoyed taking myself out on.
On and on the jukebox serenaded. And I waited. SRV began to play, trailing a short list I'd chosen to hear. Motorhead, Skynyrd, Flogging Molly and a few others. As they played, I danced out my desires and farewells.
Another time I'd return. Perhaps then he'd be there. Just the one to give me the ride.