Tequila Sunrise Poem by tcr moon

Tequila sunrise she said
As she leans on the bar.
Her eyes scanned the room
And fell upon the door ajar.

Whisky and soda
Sitting on the stool
And in his Southern cowboy drawl he
Muttered, anyone for pool?

Someone’s dime kicks off the jukebox
And “Saturday Night...” begins to chime.
Her eyes glazed over, a small tear fell
As she remembered that last time.

“Telephone f-f-for Miss J”
Stammered the barkeep.
She was lost somewhere in the land we call nostalgia
As her eye let another tear seep.

A waft of air brushed her skin
As the door creaked open and in walked
A cowboy with his heart on his sleeve,
Staring at her he drawls “let’s talk...”

“Give me bourbon” the cowboy said
“And another for the lady...”
“Tequila sunrise” she smiled
He whispered “sure good to see you agin baby...”

Walking to the jukebox, the cowboy
Reached into his pocket for a dime.
“this one’s for you honey.
Do you remember the last time...? ”

“... I remember! I remember! ”
As she sprang into life.
She began to dance to their favourite tune
And she remembered, she would al’lays be his wife...

... As the music fades away,
There was just the man at the bar
While the barkeep scanned an empty room
Of silence and a still’d door standing ajar....