Excuse me, Ma'am. You seem to be alone.
Do you mind if I sit here?
I could use some company myself.
Can I buy you a beer?
You say you must decline because
you don't drink alcohol?
Well, I applaud you, and admire
your standards, after all.
I drink too much of it myself,
poor habit, I'm afraid,
but maybe I could change my ways.
How 'bout a lemonade?
Yes, Willie Nelson's band's in town.
No, I don't think you're silly.
You're not the first nor last to think
that I look like Old Willie!
To tell the truth, I know him well
and write some of his songs.
I've been with him when crowds were scarce
and when there were great throngs.
Now tell me all about yourself.
Those kids of yours sound great!
Shall I go order us some food?
It's been hours since I ate.
This talk with you has been so nice;
now I will take a chance:
It's true you hardly know me, but
how would you like to dance?
It's been a pleasure; thank you, ma'am,
I've got to run along,
but you've not heard the last of me;
I MUST write you a song!
Update: Ronnell passed away today after a lingering illness. My sister, one of her best friends, went to visit her, which she had been doing daily, and got there just minutes after she had died.
You should post your songs on youtube, so that we can watch.
Sorry, Bharati. I don't know anything about posting to YouTube. Thanks for commenting.
Now I am going to find and read your other poem, 'Singing with Willie Nelson'. Absent-minded me can't remember if he has read it or not.
Typos: I would love to have. I take this wonderful poem to my favorite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great story and poet's notes. Great POEM, also!
Thanks, Ron..