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By Katherine Johnson
May 12, 2019
Molly Bar Man – Molly’s Bar – Tijeras, NM
Rudy Boy’s band was ripping it up again,
The Telecaster, a 6 string razor blade slicing the night to shreds,
A bleeding sound, soaking the dry air and dusty dirt blue.
Beads of sweat ran down the long necks, ignored, puddles on the bar,
The rumble of arriving motorcycles, thick black boots, colors, felt deep,
the scent of rain in the sky, perfumed the fading light.
The delicate dance of pick up lines, creased jeans, mirror polished cowboy boots,
equal parts of maybe and rejection, a simmering stew of desire and steam,
while over there one guy owned eight ball and took dollars from all.
On nights like this the gift is being alive,
On nights like this in New Mexico,
On nights like this in America.
Copyright 2019 By Katherine Johnson – All Rights Reserved