Deep in the Velvet Brown

I was sitting in my car, parked in a very small country town near the railroad tracks, waiting for someone, the late afternoon sun warming my face. Looking around town on a short drive, I saw that most of the town was empty. So many of the storefronts were vacant that a whole block was unoccupied in this three block town. Many of the small homes had for sale signs out front. The only place that showed any sign of life was Hillbilly Haven, a small bar by the tracks.

By ExoticHippieQueen ©2011

Deep in the velvet brown of her eyes,

I see a dream of a life not yet lived.

Tucked safely there, but restlessly,

the dream sparkles with the brilliance of diamonds.

Flecks of gold shimmer in those eyes,

but I see them only when the late afternoon sun

streaks across the fields onto the porch steps

and kisses her face into a squint.

Then I caress her face with my mind,

dream her dream,

hold my breath for the wanting

and live for the day

we can run far away.

Ghost town, bare storefronts, all for sale.

Even the railroad tracks want to leave their rails.

She's the only jewel in this farmer town,

Only woman I want to hang around.

Six pick-up trucks parked at the hillbilly bar.

They all live in town so they don't travel far.

One dollar drafts to forget where they live.

Farmers so poor they've got nothing to give.

The funeral home's just down the street

The curtains closed tight, the sign discreet.

They live and die here within one block.

Put in your time like you're punching a clock.

A town that complains about itself.

It's an empty carton on a broken shelf.

The last one picked in the baseball game.

A dying breed, no fortune, no fame.

A hopeless taste lingers on my tongue

The words to music that's no longer sung.

The smell of fear for what will not be

There's no one to care, just poverty.

When you turn up that corner down by the show,

You run out of town, there's nowhere to go.

Nowhere to go, but back to the bar.

Lucky for me, it's not very far.

Deep in the velvet brown of her eyes, I see a dream

of a life not yet lived.

If we don't leave now, we may be here forever.

Come with me.

Now.

It's not too late.

Yet.