PARRISH:CONFESSIONS OF AN ALCOHOLIC
PARRISH:CONFESSIONS OF AN ALCOHOLIC
Most days by 3
the courtyard and me
have melted
into one in this
hot Louisiana sun,
Like the ice cubes
in this sweaty glass
of tonic and gin.
The wrinkle free
sapphire sky
oozes overhead,
The crack and glug of
ice and gin
have got me going
again.
I can almost hear
the neon a buzz
down at
Sally Mays,
I got to shuffle
off that way.
Ain,t noth,n just a hole
in the wall,
but they got the Blues…
Lordly, them’ Blues,
And them Bombay Bombers
with a twist,
if I had a Bullet
for every shooter I’ve hit,
bang dead
I’m on the list.
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