Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Waylon Jennings (1974)

Waylon Jennings, a Ciara Shuttleworth sketch



Waylon Jennings  (1974)

The guitar skitters, jumps.  It's a pounding
bad-ass surly song: Take your sorry chances.
'cause gloom is what we all deserve,
for this is Pay Later Day, but if you can
battle past it, finally truth your way around
the cactus, she'll be there in a black Cadillac,
Love.  It's a Wednesday, probably, sweat and dread.
He takes a pull off a bottle of whiskey,
can't seem to sleep on the ebony Silver Eagle
somewhere between Chickasha and Mineral Wells.
It's a gambler's soup and losers end at sixty
in furnished rooms feeding D-Con to rats.
He laughs, jots down some lines on a girl
with a nest of vultures in her topaz eyes.





This poem and other bio-sketch poems are presented in Red Shuttleworth's Ghosts & Birthdays (Humanitas Media Publishing, 2012), a poetry book available from Amazon.






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