The Adventures Of Mark And Beth Poem by mark king

I. During my wayfaring years going from here to there with the smell of the sea in my face I would usually hang my hat in the local bars, but my tattooed comrades talked me into going to the enlisted club where the drummer from Molly Hatchet was playing with his solo project. After the first set of southern fried rock we went outside to smoke funny things and so I could show off my bad motor bike of course. Like some women I’ve met she was a real screamer. Being punched out.60 over and stroked, she was one loud Harley-Davidson. I would keep this bike for twenty years longer than any wifey or girlfriend. Back then she’d beat just about anything except that crazy fast KZ-900’s. Showing off I threw my leg over her kicking her to life. This was precarious with all that compression. I let the old girl warm up and showed them how to do a burn-out.
II. We went back in to see the rest of the show cause rock and roll never sleeps. The empty beer pitchers and shot glasses began to litter the table as the band jammed an Allman Brothers cover tune when this gorgeous blonde girl was standing next to me having a vigorous conversation with a jarhead type built like an Abrams tank. Well suddenly to my chagrin she plops down in my lap, smile at me says “ hi honey “ and puts her arm around my neck, then she looks up at the jarhead who’s mother didn’t love him. I know this because the grunt has a tattoo of a heart with the word mother tattooed in it and a big bloody knife stuck though it or at least that’s what my alcohol induced brain sees. The girl at this point looks at him and says my boyfriend wouldn’t like that. While she says that I’m wondering if the words can pierce that thick hide.
III. After he is gone (thanks God) she offers to buy drinks and my friends shuffle their chairs so she can sit beside me. I ask her what is your name and why? She said Beth and because I looked like a nice guy, plus I was real cute. Later after many drinks and lots of great rock she slipped her phone number into my tight pocket. Of course I’m over thrilled about that and then I ask her if she’d like breakfast at the Orange Park Denny’s, to which she says OK. As soon as she sees the bike she says, oh, yeah let’s go! So off we go rather quickly to Denny’s. I smoke the rear tire at every light and even do a couple of wheelies, which makes her hold real tight. She is screaming she loves it as I weave in and out of traffic making a lot of noise. At the light before the restaurant she nibbles on my ear and kisses the back of my neck.
IV. At Denny’s we sit side by side and feed each other, flirting and kissing the whole time. Her leg is tight against me and she slips her shoes off to play footsy with me. We can’t stop kissing and messing around at all. Later the waitress clears her throat and asks if we need anything else, I say no pay up and tip out. The ride back to her car is all the same horsing around as before. The marine at the gate just waves me though, because he has seen me plenty of times in the middle of the night. We get back to the club and it’s all deserted with me, her, the T-bird and my bike. We lay back on the hood of the bird, watch the stars and talk some. About 5: 30am the MP’S wake us up. I steal a last kiss, then grab another one. I’m kicking the bike over as she pulls away waving at me, On the ride home I feel like a twelve year old who just got his first kiss and I’m planning the next date which will include riding the bike, the beach and red wine.