Drinking In The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads...

My Middle Sister
Thought
Johnny Walker
Was an Arrogant Bastard.
The rumor around the Barrio
Was Jameson
Enjoyed Rang Tang-ing
Captain Morgan.
The El Presidente
Thought his Cortozone
Would break but
In a Green Flash
It all ended.

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When The Music's Over

"When The Music's Over"
Did he hear the butterfly scream
Did he hear the music
Of which he could only dream?

Did he dance on fire
This master of words
Was that gentle sound
The reason he's no longer heard?

Never daring compare
Words to one so wise
Twisted yet clearly seeing
Through his ageless eyes

"The streets are fields that never die"
Setting  fire to our night
Was the music over
When he turned out the lights?

Answering the Jim Morrison inspired challenge.

The Night of Dance

He called himself Jesse James
I said I was Belle Star
His leather vest and old fashioned tie
Didn't tell me differently

We waltzed
My feet never touched the floor
His eyes never left my face
He said I danced beautifully for an outlaw

He swore I must be royalty
As he swept me around the floor
No backwoods girl
Could dance so well

We never returned to our tables
Dance after dance
We were lost in the music
And in each others arms

The night ended
Much to our regret
The gentleman bowed
And I curtsied

We parted
Jesse and I
Never to know real names
Always remembering the music

For Poetry Jam  Poetry of Dance and sharing with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.