If You Hear the Music

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

If You Hear the Music She said I heard your music last night. I know  I said. It was one of those nights. Nights I don’t need. I kiddingly added Help me. If you hear music from my window and have time, stop by and listen. If I am drinking beer listening to...

What Did the Photographer Say?

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

What Did the Photographer Say? What did the photographer sayto get that smile,that joy that glows in your eyes?That sweet, sweet smile still touches me in the same way,even after all these many years,too many of which you are gone. What did the photographer say?...

Someone Please Take Me Home*

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

Someone Please Take Me Home* Someone take me home‘cause I just can’t find it.No, it is not from drinktho’ if I confessthe search has led me there.No, that is not true.I was led to drinknot by the searchbut because I can’t find it.Home.Whatever...

Travis McGee is Alive and Real to Me

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

Travis McGee is Alive and Real to Me Travis McGee is alive and real to me. He still lives at Bahia Mar in Fort Lauderdale, where I used to drive by now and then. I wanted to turn in and check out slip F-18, maybe catch a glimpse of the Busted Flush or Meyer in the...

Not Yet Blue*

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

       Not Yet Blue* Ah . . .   What a morning.I peeped out the windowjust as the sun was risingand there were just enough cloudsto catch the shades of orangeand a little red.Exactly the type of morningthat the makes the photographerreach...