Lyin' in the old cabin bed, wooden floors, wooden doors & rusty hinges. Smell of camp- fire, pine needles and moth balls.
Lyin' in bed, a bit stoned. Just thinkin' an' thinkin' an' dreamin' about this sparkling gem of a river swiftly rushing by
about this culture of country-lovin' folk who get drunk an' stoned an' talk all kinds of nonsense and how they love their home and me just listenin', just sayin', "Mmm. Yeah. So do I."
'cause I look around from her veranda and see the lush landscape of wild forest full of game & wildlife – now and then a wild cat or a coyote – where the two ridges and two rivers meet, rivers of crystal clear, bubbly, bouncing water
'cause I look around and see the mist dancin' around the trees, their leaves and branches heavy with humidity, or hangin' low over the river
"I love it here, too," I murmur.
Her dad was a Greek man, her mother Polish, but she landed on the New York State side of the river, speakin' none of those languages, though she has talked to bears, she told me.
She tap danced her way through childhood – 'cause her mother "made" her – which gave her quite well-developed calf muscles and a good sense of rhythm, but she grew up to marry a mean, drunk man who she up and left one day -- she just up and left 'im -- her kids always hated her for it.
Now she does book-keepin' for the quarry business and dances most Tuesday nights at the Bridge Bar & Restaurant when Little Sammy Davis and Midnight Slim come around.
On hot summer nights she sits on her porch and predicts my future in the candle light.
Once standin' on the night-time bridge, puffin' on a joint, lookin' up at the starry sky, she says to me – right out of the blue – she says, "You gotta forgive your parents." Just like that.
"Mmm," I murmured and looked at the stars, "I love it here, too,"
'cause I look around and see the water flowin', the deep red barn against the blue & pink evenin' sky, I hear the earth hummin', the old door creakin', the air is pregnant here with silly & sad old stories, and me wonderin' at how strange and wonderful it all is.
I'm just noddin' my head, all amazed by what goes on – the good music here too – and time just tickin' just passin'.