Tale of Jackie.
And on this nite at Cityside.
A cover band took to the stage.
Not great but, solid in kind.
With a blond bassist on the bottom.
Looks across the room.
Expressed interest and intent.
A spiitting image of Essie.
And a face from her past.
Set over, time to break.
She walks across the room.
With obvious intent. Stopping.
To say hello and make acquaintance.
Casual conversation, increased attraction!
A dinner date tomorrow.
An evening enjoyed thru sexual expression.
Leading to good eve tomorrow.
And we shall meet again
This book with it’s empty white pages
Patiently awaits the strike of graphite
To become a place where thoughts are recorded
Of many varied subjects
The state of mind, emotional being
Whatever seems going on at the time
A choice of words. A simple thought
Portraying how the being feels
At a moment in time and space
Statements of intent and occasionally lament
This time is good
And needed by the soul
Time to think and gain control
Of paths chosen
On the road of life.
Dinner alone in the Back Bay
A quiet restaurant. On a slow night.
Temperature dropping, a storm in sight.
Scheduled departure in the heat of the storm.
Hopefully no delays will occur.
Looking forward to a return.
To the land of sunshine and light.
With a new person coming on board.
To fuel the design fires.
Looking forward to a solid year.
Successes long overdue arise.
As workers toil to build the dream.