Whiskey, no Bourbon in a reflection

she laughed at what she called my
old man music
my hand rolling the
whiskey i had in my glass
contemplating a clever retort
leaning in, her hand held my face as
she kissed me ohsolightly
taking my stogie she grinned as she
lit the end and i said dude
thats my john lee hooker cigar
she drew a small breath in and said
johnny loves me
and while i was saying
who doesn’t, i heard me thinking
and my lighter!

listening to: One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

Last updated June 17, 2020