Annie

She blew in like a Summer storm

Glistening Texas heat

Said her name was Annie

She drank her whiskey neat

 

Dusty suitcase trailed behind her

It had a missing wheel

Asked if I could help her

Her eyes turned cold as steel

 

We drank to better days ahead

A grin slipped past her stare

She shifted closer to me

And twirled a strand of hair

 

You know you’re in for trouble

She whispered in my ear

Got a wand’rin spirit

One day I’ll disappear

 

I took her home and held her tight

Her love poured out like rain

Careless desperadoes

Stuck on a hell bound train

 

A wind set in and she was gone

Good God I miss that girl

She left behind some ribbon

And a yellowed strand of pearls

 

 

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About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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4 Responses to Annie

  1. Wonderful Phil! Happy New Year! I’ve missed seeing your posts! 🙂

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