Club Seventeen - Part Uno


Neither too far, nor too near
Apparently here but not there

Somewhere in the middle
girdled in this gazing riddle

Neon lights deflect on my panoramic view
As I blaze through the streets past my curfew

neither sixteen or eighteen
Speaking not, about my gin but just the number seventeen


As I step down and look at the signs
It's the crossing of Seventeen and Main

Smiling, I pace seventeen
when flakes of winter shower like a dream

As I feel the warmth of the flakes on my tongue tip
It reminds me of salsa and a dip

Bright lights of blue neon hold my attention
As I walk in to the doors of a brewskie junction

Pretty damsels and protein boys everywhere
I loose no time in locating a peaceful chair

As I take away my coat et all
I feel the sweet pain, nothing but a muscular gain

Smile on to myself of my proud workout the day before
Pressed a buck ninety to feel the pump galore

As I smile at the angel, tender at the bar
I realize a wet kiss on my neck just below the ear

I knew the smell, fruity and spicy
Turning around I say...Shalimar !

And I hear a feeble tone of seduction attempted
I look at those eyes and say permission granted

As I lean over and say bull and vodka for me
And the lady might use an appletini

I hear Jessica alba moan
Sin City is on the screen & shalimar girl is gone

unperturbed I sip my bull and take a look
Jill is my name and I know you move off the hook

Surprised at flattery I turn around
oh! well it's my good friend who stands on balanced grounds

Hugging I say, what's up
I hear her say..are you ready !

Ground rules she says, spanking my tail feather
I turn around and the bar tender says..Hi! I am Heather

chuckle, I say - you are fine as the christmas weather
she gleams like the diamond on her finger

Wait..diamond on her finger
Before I could realize, my palm has her number

Some questions are better when not asked
rhythm and blues are felt and not heard

Club Seventeen - Part 1

3 comments:

Dynamice said...

I since a longing to be loved, by your female counterpart.

ckays1967 said...

Wait..diamond on her finger
Before I could realize, my palm has her number

Some questions are better when not asked
rhythm and blues are felt and not heard


tangible and weighty...yummy.

Thank you for your recent visit to my poetry blog so that yours could be discovered!!!!

When I get home I shall add you to my blog roll to enjoy more often.

Jay said...

Thanks Ckays, I know have not been really keeping up on my responses for comments.

I appreciate your feedback, which is encouraging and thought tickling.

I will add you to my link list :)