A tavern on Main Street, a lone neon sign
A lady in waiting, a star in the night
A heyday for mating in blue neon lights
A table by the Bar and the moments just right
Place your bets on the table squeeze them up tight
Pause for a cigarette lend me your light
A moment of silence, a wiggle in her walk
Then back to the game with its chalk and small talk
How can I say it without being crude?
How can I make you believe it's the truth?
How can I fight it without being a prude?
The awkward exciting pleasures of Booze
You know of the motto. Its been said before
Tease her and please her and make her for sure
Drinks on the house, Ill buy you a round
The rumble and tumble of the sounds from around
The closeness of bodies, the drizzle and ooze
The words of a song that dabbles to choose
A moment in heaven, a night so cool
How can I save it and remember the mood?
The hour is now waning. No wor ds need be said
A dumbness of numbness lays caution to bed
No thoughts of tomorrow as each moment is tossed
To the winds of sin as each rainbow is lost
How can I say it without being crude?
How can I make you believe it's the truth?
How can I fight it without being a prude?
The awkward exciting pleasures of Booze
Benjamin Cox, writing under the pen name, Ben James, disliked writing until he was forced to take a writing class to enter college in 1973. Since that time he has written many poems and short stories and the novel, Insider Dreams. Currently he is the president of Mayes County Writers Club, the treasurer of Pryor Creek Investment Club, the master at arms of the Will Rogers Toastmaster Club and lives with his wife, Betty in Pryor, Oklahoma
Author:: Benjamin Cox
Keywords:: Bar,Nightclub,Pool,Beer,Booze,Women,
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