Old Honky Tonk Bar
In The Middle of Nowhere absence of moonlight midnight shining like new charcoal driving around on narrow highways fucked-up roads with pot holes humidity’s hot breeze smothers the soul At a Coon-Ass Bar in Vermilian Parish nerve endings were reaching out to people with a mixture of beer and Jim Beam feeling seeing watching PTSD hiding behind a drunken vibe Sitting on the Bar Stool sitting down drunk off my ass i remember where I was for a second I didn’t fit in with the crowd i had long hair black clothes black shorts
black combat boots Just wanted some liquor Jukebox Time quarters in my pocket i staggered to the jukebox and look at the selection Damn it!!! new and old country music with just a few old rock tunes so, I totter back to the bar stool Sitting on the bar stool i felt the eyes of everybody watching me noise music country fried women women without wedding rings but as soon as you approach them they put it on i finally put my head down on the wooden brown bar breath smelling of whiskey Black Out nothingness i awoke with the feeling of some chick putting her wet finger in my ear
when i got up she left a dude was dancing to some 1980’s rock all by himself with a cocaine nose job wearing 80’s clothes with a cheesy vest and all not knocking the guy just seemed surreal the whole experience seemed so surreal Daylight no one around except for that 1980’s dude he asked me if I wanted some weed or any kind of drugs i said no then I thought about it then I asked him “do you have three Lortabs?” “Yes I sure do” he said “Thanks bro” then I drove off into the rising sun without pain shining like a new diamond
By Judson G. DeRouen