Some Time Out Of Town
Would you like a drink?
Could you hold my hand?
Love for ever more?
No sweets, nothing quite so grand.
Let’s just find the dawn
And split up the day.
Should love bother to show
We’ll allow it to take its sway.
Don’t want no skinny love.
Don’t want no promises for the wind.
Just some time in your company;
Just share the space with someone kind.
Would you care to dance?
Mind the rutted grass and all—
The dust is enough to kill.
Can you feel the accordion’s call?
Back to the room:
After you, of course.
Let’s go find somewhere to eat,
I’m hungry like that horse.
Patates acadien, gumbo eleve
A chardonnay, esprit de coeurs
The feast casts a chance:
May I follow thru your door?
Posted on September 28, 2017, in Poem and tagged accordion, cajun dance, cajun musique, chance, chardonnay, dance, dust, Festivals Acadiens et Créole, Girard Park, gumbo, hungry, love wills out, love wish, October 13 2017, potatoes, torn up dance area. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.