Poetry And Other Musings...

Hellbent For Leather

Cold winter sunshine

Shimmers on the road ahead

I'm throwing sparks leaning into the curves

On a road built for the quick and the dead

My shadow chasing me along the mountainside

Hellbent for leather

Hellbent for leather I ride

Down through a canyon

Burning up a lonesome two-lane

I'm soaked clean through in the heart of a storm

Momma told me not to ride in the rain

Chain lightning flashes all across the countryside

Hellbent for leather

Hellbent for leather I ride

And them I'm flying

Over ghostly trucks and cars

I'm throwing sparks leaning into the curves

On a road beyond the moon and the stars

My demons chasing me across the sky's divide

Hellbent for leather

Hellbent for leather I ride

Snowflakes the size of cotton bolls

Glistening

Under the monochromatic yellow light

I stick my tongue out

To catch the pristine cold moisture

To feel alive

As nothing ever lasts

It just drips and fades away in time

Driving through the ruts

Without forethought

I must be going nuts

I can no longer watch

This idyllic glow of snow

Feeling too decadent

For such fragile beauty

I close my eyes...

We laugh

I run my fingers through

Your ten-day stubble

My body reacts

Inescapable

Trouble, trouble, trouble

Sucker For A Sunset

I'm still a fair shake in a fist fight

But we could talk it out and walk away

I'm a good companion for a long night

But I get sleepy come the break of day

I might not be who you're looking for

And if I am, you haven't found me yet

But you might find me come the evening

on a desert hillside

I'm still a sucker for a sunset

I've been a seeker on a long road

But I might stay and settle down someday

I've lived my life faithful to my own code

But who's to say that mine's the only way

I might not be who you've got in mind

But if you think of me, just don't forget

That you can find me come the evening

watching the horizon

I'm still a sucker for a sunset

Tough Guys Don't Dance

Tough guys don't dance, real men don't cry

But you put the beat in my step and a tear in my eye

And I might fall in love, but I'll go down swinging

You'll know I'm in it when you wake up late at night

and find me on the front porch singing

Some old cowboy song

About the things a man shouldn't do if he wants to be strong

All that macho shit, it goes down hard

But you're still afraid to admit that you've been badly scarred

And you might fall again, but you'll go down fighting

You'll know love's found you when you wake up next to her

and feel like you've been struck by lightning

When you've done enough

Of all the things a man shouldn't do if he wants to be tough