Walkin' After Midnight was playing
And she was seductively swaying
Then she tossed back a shot of whiskey
And said she was feeling a bit frisky
Next she turned and gave me a wink
And commenced to lip sync
I watched her mouth every line
Of that old tune sang by Patsy Cline
She had on a faded Molly Hatchet t-shirt
You know, the kind you buy at a concert
It was obvious her puppies were free
Because they were pointing right at me
When the music stopped, she had a seat
And complained about the heat
Then ordered a whiskey on the rocks
And asked for change for the jukebox
I found out from her girlfriend
That her marriage had came to an end
She was there to make the drive
So her friend would get home alive
Next she played Bell Bottom Blues
And kicked off her shoes
Then, Another One Bites The Dust
I couldn't help it, I had to turn and adjust
She was dancing in her bare feet
And she wasn't missing a beat
While gyrating in her floor show
I knew it was time for me to go
But I decided it was best not to leave
And I needed to help her grieve
After all, what could it hurt
To stay a while and flirt
Ah, yes, I love that song by Patsy Cline. Broke my heart when she went down in that plane crash about 1962 or something like that. And I don't think I even mentioned her in my poem COUNTRY CROONERS. I know I left out Loretta Lynn. I will have to write a COUNTRY CROONERS 2. Great poem. I love it. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem and every line is having melodious lines about the talented one.