Sunday, October 9, 2011
I thought the whistling of the wind coming through the broken window was going to be the end of me. I was wrong. As the sun gained some height in the morning sky I could feel my left eye throbbing. My neck and my right hand had let me know when the adrenaline had wore off hours ago. The eye was new news and not welcome at all. I reached for my sun glasses in the visor and they fell to the floor between your feet. Fuck! I didn't want to stop to safely reach them and I didn't want to wake you so you could hand them to me. You had refused to recline your seat when I knew you needed to sleep and so there you sat upright with your pretty head on the window. I felt my hands tighten on the wheel as my thoughts were allowing me to be in a quite and still place holding you close. As your hair fell on my shoulder and brushed my cheek I thought of a Yeats poem. The lines started slowly coming back to me like lyrics from a favorite song, " He bore her away in his arms, the handsomest young man there, and his neck and his breast and his arms were drowned in her long dim hair". Damn fine line I thought as I closed my left eye to the sun. It helped a bit. I was glad that the road was straight and lonely. I held the wheel with one hand and the back of your seat with the other as I leaned towards you. I got my nose as close to your neck as possible and took in a long swallow of your scent. My mind skittered back to when I first met you. It was your scent that first let me know that you were made for me. I had always associated so much with smells. I could still pick my first girl friends perfume off a lady that I passed in the street. Anis Anis, I would think to my self. I never thought a lady's scent would make or break a possibility of a great relationship. It was always in play but it never grabbed me by the throat and stood me up until the first time I was close enough to really smell you. We were on the roof of my best friends apartment. He had met you recently in Union Square and had squired you away with his charm. After a night of heavy drinking he passed out and we made our way to the roof. The city was as quiet as you could hope as every thing had closed and the bridge and tunnel crowd crawled home. Aside from having too much energy this late and enjoying your company and another drink on the roof, I had no thoughts in my head. I followed you up the spiral stair case and would not avert my eyes as I thought how lucky my brother was. When we sat down our chatter stopped. The buildings around us and the streets of NY below us were mesmerizing. We eventually started talking. The second time you came back up from using the bathroom and getting us another drink you stumbled and sat down right next to me. You giggled and I fell into your eyes. I went on with some gibberish and you stopped me with, "It's too bad we didn't meet sooner." I could not believe you were saying exactly what had been on my mind all night. Hearing it didn't make things easier though because now I knew I was not imagining the chemistry. I foolishly leaned in for a kiss. You smiled and pulled back. I felt foolish. I regained my senses and jerked myself into an upright position. The damage was done though. It was not the end of our night. No, we carried on. It was the end of me searching. I had gotten close enough to you to really smell you. I can still feel my nostrils open up and take in the perfect blend of sweetness and muskiness. I felt my spine curl and snap back straight like a screen door slamming. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up as if to blow a bugle cry from the top of a mountain in case I might miss the signal. I felt like I had taken a sip of you as I felt your effect register deep inside me. I was dumbfounded. I was elated. I was more sad than anything. How could something so perfect be right in front of me and I could not just reach out and take hold of it. The buildings fell around us and the streets buckled. Steam rose up and I was on a ragged carpet floating above the Hudson heading away from you. I wanted to cry but I was dry and didn't have the strength to pull water from the river below. You brought me back with a slight touch to my hand. "You look like you have a lot on your mind. It was nice talking to you. I am going to turn in. Good night Patrick". As you turned and went down the stairs I fell back and felt the gravel under my head as I caught sight of the few misty stars that had enough courage to burn though the tough light of the city. I wondered if I could ever muster enough light to burn through my own fog. If it had not been for the on coming tractor trailer I might have driven off the road trapped in my thoughts. I opened my sore eye and looked at you sleeping. I put my attention back to the road. I had something beside me that once seemed like an unlikely dream. It was not cold but I turned the heat on in hope that it would blow your scent toward me.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
It was late and we were too tired to move on. I got out and opened the back door. I found the sleeping bags and rolled them out. I pushed the rest of the gear out of the way the best I could. When I felt there was enough room to sleep, I went around to your door and tried to wake you."Babe, babe, wake up..... babe, come on honey." "what the fuck are you doing?" "Just trying to get us comfortable. Come on, let's get in the back." You looked like a little girl as you rubbed your eyes with your balled up fists. "I'm too tired for this shit Patrick!" Fuck. This day just would not end. I opened up my door and found my pack of smokes. I lit one and looked up to the cold clear sky. I could really live in Colorado I thought. For an instant I thought I saw a huge shooting star. No. It was the white light of being hit in the head. I faintly remember my knees buckling as I thought in slow motion that I should have more control. All I could smell was the dust shoved in my nostrils. I could not move. From my perspective, all I could see was the rear wheel of the jeep. The breaking of the glass sounded like a fire cracker that hadn't done it's job. Safety glass shards danced around me. I was hit in the face by the fall out and dreamed of getting to my feet. I heard you scream and rough voices answering you. I was trying to furiously rub the dirt from my eyes and find my way to my hands and knees when I was dealt a breath stealing kick to my ribs. I rolled and tried to climb under the Jeep. I was grabbed by my ankles and drug back out. These fuckers are going to kill us I thought. I caught a piece of the under body with my hands and dug in. I started kicking and pulled myself back a bit. I could hear a lot of cussing and commotion. When I heard you scream everything changed. A switch had been flipped. Killing me was one thing, taking my girl was another. I instantly pictured where every tool was in the Jeep and how I could use them. I had nothing and being under the Jeep was doing me no good. I would rather die. I scurried for the back of the Jeep and came to my feet with a hand full of dirt. As I shoved the dirt into the jack asses eyes, I made my way around to you. As I cleared the other side of the Jeep I saw you kicking and punching. Two mother fuckers were trying to drag you away. I slowed just enough to reach in the open door and grab the tire iron. I swung it and felt like my face was splashed in my own sweat. You seemed free as one of them let there grip go. You broke loose and ran toward me. "Let's go!" I wanted to follow you into the Jeep. He stood there looking at me. I broke into a gallop and tackled him. We both struggled for a while. I could smell his horrible breath and see his sick eye as I tightened my grip. I let him go as he passed out. Full of hate and death, I walked to the back of the Jeep and gave dirt eyes a good kick to the head. ""I feel dirty." I said as I climbed into the Jeep. "Let's get a motel tonight and clean up." "Okay babe." "You okay?" I ask as I start the Jeep. "I suppose. Are you?" "No, not really." I jerk into drive and pull out. "What can I do honey?" Nothing, I think as I pull out on to the road. Everything, I think as I pull out on to the road. As I floor the Jeep I feel the low howl of a vehicle and I sit up straight for the first time all night. "I need a kiss babe. I need a real god damn kiss." "Well, I think I can give you that." "You think you can? Fuck. I need to know that you can! What the fuck just happened? Who are you? Who are we? Am I losing my mind?" "Babe kiss me." "I don't know if I know you..." You cleared the sand from my eyes when you wrapped you arm around the back of my neck. As you pulled me in I started to say how much I loved you. "Shhsshh, silly boy". Yeah, I know, I thought. I steered for the sand and drove the Jeep off the road. When we came to a halt I reached for you. "Give me your hand Kate." I don't like when your bossy Patrick" "Me either. I like when I am natural and ask you to join me. Bitch" I wasn't surprised too much when you gave me a small smack to the chin before you lassoed your arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss I could get no where else.
Monday, September 12, 2011
I opened the door for you and you proceeded to fall straight down on your ass. Your legs were straight out and the points of your boots were straight up to the stars. I reached down for your hand and was surprised when you didn't bat it away. I held your sweaty hand tight and slowly pulled you to your feet. I reached around and dusted off your ass and you just stood there smiling at me. No teeth, just a clinched lipped smile. As I looked into your clear eyes I swore I was witnessing a carnival from times past. I could see the little girl leading the pony, I could see a gimp rigging ropes for the swing ride, I could see the fat man with the waxed mustache struggling to keep it all together as the twin strong men fought each other for the right to ring the bell first. The Barker roared in and demanded to know why the crated fighting hens were in his trailer. The monkey seemed depressed, the boa was running a fever, no one could find the wax for the Palomino's saddle and the clown was so damn sad that his makeup would not stay in place with all the tears running the paint off. I looked to the left and then to the right. It seemed that the carnival had moved on. I pulled you in for a kiss. You took it and wrapped your arm around me. You slid into the seat and I went around to the other side. As I secured my seat belt I looked over at you. "Ready to go babe?" You didn't answer. You leaned over and I heard a click. My seat belt retracted as you slid onto my lap. As you squared off with me, eye to eye, you said, "Yeah, I'm ready to go." The keys dropped to the floor and once again I reached for the unexpected.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
I should have seen it coming. You got lit up pretty quickly with all the shots the locals were buying you. I was tired and trying to come off the buzz of the road as I sipped my beer. You were coming from sleeping in the passenger seat all night. You had some rest on your side, but you also were aggravated that I did not stop last night. You had insisted on Colorado. I agreed but wanted to go through on the way back. Instead of fighting with you I jerked the wheel Northbound. I ended up on 285. I just followed it along through 17 and eventually we were on 24. My anger slowly slipped away as we rolled up and down the passes. When we hit Leadville we both agreed it was time to stop. Yeah, we were in a town perfectly suited for us, a town time had forgot. The buildings were old and we didn't see many lights as we rolled through. The lights from the tavern weren't that bright but we could see it was open. As I found a place to park you were yanking the door open before I came to a stop. You reached in the back and found that old pair of black cowboy boots you found at the second hand shop in New Mexico. You didn't hesitate for socks, just kicked the sandals off and slid them on. As I was trying to gather myself all I could see was the dust from your boot heels as you made your way to the door. When I came through the door you were shouting and slamming your shot glass back down on the bar. Aside from you, it was like stepping back in time. The bar was ancient. The inhabitants just a little less. I walked up to the bar and reached for the other shot glass. "Yeah, fuckers!" You grabbed it without looking at me and downed it. I looked to the bartender for a little help. He looked at me and dismissed me. You realized I was there. "Where you been?!?" "Get me and my man a drink, dammit!" Old grizzles looked over and just stared. "Who's paying, sweetheart?" I started to say something as you erupted with, "My god damn man is!" He grabbed the bottle and held it above our glasses. " Well, are you son?" My teeth floated but I tried to see straight. "Yes". That's all I said but in my mind I was saying " Just pour the god damn drink asshole!" As I pulled the dried up bills out of my pocket he was snatching them before I had a chance to lay them on the bar. You downed yours without looking at me and made your way to the juke box. After I downed mine I got a beer and tried to be one with the shadows. I was sitting next to an old guy that didn't have much to say. I was thinking about tomorrow when the commotion started. I looked over when the bar stool bounced on the floor. You were on the bar now and kicking your heels in every direction. I could see the spittle of your admirers flying from their mouths back lit by the juke box. You were in your element and if I wasn't worrying about our safety I would have taken you down on that bar. I started towards you. The song ended. I was not near you when you bent at the waist and started picking up the bills they had been throwing at your feet. My panic paused as I took in the vision of the back of those beautiful legs. I thought if I was going to end with one last vision, I was there. One of the jack asses reached out and grabbed your ankle. I broke into a gallop. I never made it there. The old boy I was having a beer with had come out of the bathroom and punched him square in the temple. The boy fell. You continued grabbing your money off the bar. You hopped down with a tremendous yelp and screeched, "That's right fuckers!" You ran for the door and I followed suit. As I hit the street your beautiful ass was heading to the Jeep and as I followed I wondered if we would rest tonight.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Traveling Wilburys " You took my breath away". When this came on I was driving through the dark on a very welcoming open road. Your head was resting on your shoulder. You had fallen asleep with out tilting your seat back. I had never heard this song before. I had become familiar with the group many years ago. My brother had told me how much he liked this band. When questioned as to why, he simply replied, "Because no one in that band has ever pissed me off". It was the best musical review I had been party to in my life time. Now I had a fresh perspective. I had never gauged how much I liked something by how little it pissed me off. I was only nineteen and whistling down the road in his truck on our way to a grueling day. He had his own under ground utility company and I was working part time for him and part time at my life guarding job. My other job was easier but I liked this better. I was learning something. I was working with grown men who weren't in the middle of college like me. It was real every moment. All the sudden I wasn't looking at life as just one fun situation that of course leads to the next irresponsible fun. I didn't have much time to ruminate on this. Before I could blink, he was in boss mode and I was in helper mode. As I trudged along the field that would soon be a housing development with two five gallon buckets of wet cement in each hand heading toward a hole in the ground, I could feel my mind strain in unison with my shoulders. Something clicked and I took one step toward being a man. There was no place for boy hood silliness in this environment. I climbed down the hole and some one else lowered the buckets by a rope. I actually had a better job than the guy up top but I had earned it. It had nothing to do with being the bosses brother. It came from the way I had floated cement for him when he was doing more traditional cement work. I had the touch with the trowel and later that would lead me into becoming a great plasterer. That was years down the road though. For now I was hunched up in a pipe union that would later direct the water that would eventually throw through it. Four pipes came into the union I was squatting in. I had a pile of brick and ten gallons of cement to work with. This had to be right. I put the angle wrong and things are flowing back down hill. I could have been non chalant about it and just put it together how ever I cared. Eventually my errors would come to light and my brother would be responsible for tearing up a street that didn't exist yet and making it right. No. I was in that hole by myself. It was cool and dark but I was hot from the pressure. I needed to get this right. I started by two of the pipes and started laying my mud down. I carefully selected my bricks and squeezed them down until the mud started showing around the sides. After the main course was set I had to start breaking the bricks with the back of my hammer. It felt unreal as I watched this solid material break exactly where I wanted it to. I fitted the slender pieces and then turned around and started from scratch on the other two pipes that completed the juncture. When I crawled out of that hole proud of myself, I was given two more buckets and pointed at the next hole in the ground. There was going to be no back slapping out here. As I made my way to my next cool escape I heard my brother behind me shout, " Keep getting it Snow Pea!". I knew I was doing OK in his eyes if he was using a nick name on me that one of my other friends had come up with. I smiled and climbed down into the hole. I did what I needed to do and came back to the surface. As I rode back home I looked over at the bay and didn't care that we were stuck in traffic. He reached behind his seat and handed me a cold beer. If I never made it again, I at least knew I made it that day. .... As the darkness slipped past my steering wheel I wondered how I could have two things at once because of a song. Fond memories of past times with my brother and an over brimming realization that I just had heard a song that I would want to sing to you for all my years to come. As I reached over and put my hand on your leg you came to. "What the fuck? Where are we?" "Between here and there babe. Go back to relaxing and enjoy the ride." "Patrick, god damn it! I thought we were going to stop. My back is sore!" I couldn't look at you. I steeled my eyes toward the flickering road. " I'm tired too. We will stop when it is time." I could feel the salt in your anger as I gripped the wheel a bit tighter. I looked ahead as I drug those buckets into the hole knowing how important it was that the water flow in the right direction.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Things were not settled. Our conversation had turned into grunts and nods. A day ago I was in the throes of the best love making of my life. Now I was with the girl responsible for that great event not talking to me. I was sweating the wheel as my mind out paced the tires. "Baby, talk to me. This is killing me. We were having so much fun and now I am driving blindly down the road." You replied with, "You know where you want to go. Just keep going." Shit! I could barely see. I turned the wheel, hit the brake, and made my way off the road into the sand. We came to a dusty halt. I turned the Jeep off. " Talk to me Kate." You put your pretty feet back on my dash and chewed your bottom lip while twirling a finger through your hair. The silence was killing me. I looked past you at a Western sky that I was not used to. The beauty of it was nullified by your silence." Babe, please..." "Don't call me babe!" You jerked a smoke from your bag but could not find a lighter. The Jeep lighter doesn't work when she is turned off. I tried to hand you my lighter but you were having none of that. You found my matches in the glove box and finally lit it. After you had a few puffs you seemed to calm down. I went to put my hand on your leg and quickly realized how misguided I was. You jerked your leg away from me and put a glare on me. Now my steam was starting to rise. Okay, I thought, fuck it. I got out and walked around to your door and opened it. You looked at me like I was a stranger. I reached out and grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the Jeep. " What the fuck are you doing?' "Shut up and let's settle this." I turned and started leading you away from the Jeep. You took a couple of steps and then balled up and punched me in the back of my neck. The shock shot down my spine. I stopped. I reached into my pocket, found my keys, and threw them at you. They bounced of your shoulder and fell into the sand. " There you go you angry bitch. Take em and drive off. I'm gonna keep walking and try to clear my head." I turned and headed out. Two hundred yards later you started yelling. "Where are you going?!?" I turned but kept walking backwards. "I read that there is an old pony express stop about a mile from here and I want to see it." I turned my toes back in the direction I was heading and had great hope you would follow. I looked over my shoulder occasionally and watched you become a speck. I could not even see the road when I found it. Earthen embankments and holes that were windows was all that was left. I could see why it was unmolested, it was out of the way and a damn long walk considering the 100 degree temperature. I regretted not having more water but enjoyed running my hands across the adobe walls. I could smell the history. I looked 0ver the back wall and took in the distant mountains. It was beautiful but I couldn't really take it in fully. I was worried about you even though I should have been worried about myself. I barely had any water, was a mile from the road, and had no idea if someone would pick up a hitcher out here. I found a book that people who had made the hike had signed and dated. It was in a plastic box. More Europeans had signed it than Americans. Yeah, America. We can drive by so we will. I signed my name and yours. I gave a brief description of what got us here. All the sudden you were there. You handed me the gallon of water you carried and said, "Drink you god damn fool." I took it from you and was grateful to follow directions for the first time in my life. As I struggled to put the lid back on I realized how much the heat had affected me. You just stood there looking at me. I started to come back to my senses and started talking about what I had read and started pointing my finger towards the old trail, the range, where the natives were, why the pony express lasted just a year, etc..... You put your arms around my neck and silenced me when you bit down on my tongue. I came back to my senses and was glad we were okay. I wrapped you up and we fell into the sand. I knew I was in the embrace of the kind of woman I had only imagined. It wasn't true I thought. As the sun was peeling the skin off my back and your ass was raw from the sand, we decided that we could find a better place to carry on. You entwined your fingers in my left hand and we started the long hot walk back. When we got back to the Jeep you asked me how much gas we had. "More than enough to get us through." As I reached for your door you opened the back door and climbed in. "What are you doing? You want to ride back there?" You looked at me with fiery eyes. "Yeah, this is where I want to ride. Start the fucking Jeep, turn the A/C on, lock the doors, and finish what you started."
Friday, June 24, 2011
We entered the place through the back door. It seemed like the front because there was parking. We needed to get a couple of plates for when we were camping again. We broke the one and I cursed myself for not breaking down and getting some proper tin camping plates. My eyes focused ahead and saw the guy at the register at the other end of the store looking at us. I could tell he was wondering why we came in the back door. You saw a 70's issue of Rolling Stone and you were off. I walked to the front and said hi to the guy. "Sorry man, we thought it was the front door." "No problem man. Looking for any thing in particular?" Yeah, I need a couple of cheap plates and a sharp knife." "That stuff's out front. The plates I mean. I have a couple of killer knives. One is from a vet that was Green Beret, served in Nam." "Okay, I am going to go check out the plates. I don't need that kind of knife in my life anymore." " Sorry man, I thought you were cool." Really? My head was getting that clogged filter feeling again. My face must have said too much. As I went to walk by he snorted and said, "Yeah, man. Your so bad ass you don't need a knife. I get it." As I turned I had already grabbed a table lamp and was half way around to landing it when I had to stop because you had rushed up. "Patrick, Patrick, Patrickkkkk!" I froze when I saw your scared eyes. The lamp fell to the floor. "What the fuck man? Chill out!" You gripped my hand and looked into my eyes. I could not do harm in your presence. I pulled a twenty out of my pocket, tore it in half, and laid one half on the counter. "Yeah, I am going to chill out man. I am walking out front and getting what I came here for. If that does not cover it, come find me and I will give you the other half." I got us two plates a knife and a long walk around the shop to where the Jeep was. I was waiting for a door to rush open but we were able to back out and point west again.
When I came to, I felt like I was on a damn slip and slide. The mattress was soaked. I was looking at that same ceiling for the second time today. I rolled over and drank in my view of you sleeping soundly on your belly. I took a minute to study the curve of your back taking a roller coaster ride up the hill of that perfectly round ass. Damn. I quietly put my feet on the ground and made my way to one of the chairs by the window. I sat down with a smoke and reached for the cold coffee you had got me earlier. As I sipped and smoked I just stared at you. I read you like the best book. I viewed you the way I would great paintings when I was a regular at MOMA. You looked so beautiful the sweat on my skin disappeared from lack of attention. I took an inventory of our surroundings and the torn sheet stood out. It was still tucked under one corner of the mattress but the rest was on the floor. There was a spilled glass of water, the lamp shade was dented, and our clothes were truly helter skelter. Yeah, we could put the clothes together but I wondered what the damage to the room would cost us. I really did not care. We had flirted around this moment for way too long. It made perfect sense that that we ate that room up while devouring each other. I reached into my bag and found some underwear, grabbed my jeans, and put a T shirt on. I walked over to the front office to find the owner. As I pushed the door open it hit some hanging bells that I didn't notice the first time I had come in. Now the sound set my nerves on edge. He walked out and said, "Hi Patrick. How's it going?". "Good. Good. I just wanted to talk to you about", "Listen Patrick, don't worry about earlier. I know you were upset because you didn't know where your girl was. No worries man.". "Thanks. That's not what I came to talk about though". He looked past me towards the room and then quickly looked back at me. "Well then, what's on your mind brother?" This set me back for a second because "brother" was not a term I passed around lightly. I liked this guy but "brother" he was not. I stared through him a second before I could reply. "I need to settle up because I am ready to head out". "Sure man. Um, it is late in the afternoon though and I will have to charge you for two nights. So why don't you guys just stay tonight and get a fresh start in the morning? I mean, what the hell, you are paying for the room until eleven tomorrow. Maybe we could all have a drink later. I have a grill that I could...." The buzz was howling in my head. "No. Thanks. I need to drive tonight. Listen brother, I kind of tore the room up with my girl and need to know what it is going to cost before I shove off. I don't want any surprise charges down the road so I want you to come take a look and charge me now." Now he looked a bit pensive. "Okay brother, I can do that.." "Stop calling me brother. I like you but no one calls me brother without a good reason." "I didn't mean to offend you, I was just.." "Stop talking man. I am going to wake up my girl to get ready to leave. Give us forty five minutes to get our shit together and come do your inspection. Access the damages and let me settle up with you." "Okay, Patrick. I will be over in forty five. I did not mean to set you off." "You didn't Brian, I set myself off and now I need to roll. Your motel and your kindness will be a part of me from here on out. Trust me, I will be back and then you can fire that grill up. For now, I need to get moving. It's nothing against you or your motel. I'm in the dark as to what is going on, to be quite honest with you. I am relying on instinct and instinct is telling me to get moving." I walked back to our room and regretted not wearing shoes. My feet were on fire! I opened the door and you were sitting at the table drinking a beer. The ash on your cigarette was long and threatening to add more to our room damage charges. Your eyes seemed to look straight through me. "Hey babe, you okay?" Now you gained focus and looked straight at me. I did not know what to expect. Your face was as unmoving and pure as alabaster. You never even blinked as you stood up, put your hand on the back of my neck, and pulled me towards your lips. As we kissed, I felt like I had never had a kiss in my life. When you broke the kiss and pulled away you locked on my eyes and said, "What's the next move babe?" I explained as you presented me with packed bags. "I knew you would do the right thing." You then proceeded to pack the Jeep. When I was done with Brian we headed out. God bless him, he must have liked us. He didn't charge us for half the damage that our fireworks caused. As I pulled out of that tight garage and steered back onto 66, I wondered if I would ever see this again. It didn't matter at that moment though. I was too distracted by you. The cut off' jean shorts you were wearing gave my eyes a large expanse of your perfect legs. I put my hand on your knee. You wasted no time grabbing my hand and putting it on the fringes of your shorts. Your milky thigh in my hand I hit the pedal on the right and sped towards the next time I could give you my full attention.
Monday, June 20, 2011
I woke up with a jolt. My eyes focused on a ceiling and it took me a minute to realize where I was. So many nights in the tent and now I was in a bed. As the memories from last night started arranging themselves I felt my initial panic melt away. I could feel a ridiculous grin form on my face as I slid my hand to your side of the bed. The grin was lost quick when my hand found nothing more than sheets. I sat upright and looked over. You weren't there. I felt dizzy. I got up and saw your bag on a chair. I opened the door to the garage and the Jeep was still there. I went out the front door and was greeted by the dry heat. Shit! Where are you? I made my way around to the front of the motel and the owner came out and said good morning. "Morning", I replied though it could have been the afternoon for all I knew. My clock was out of whack and the bright Western sun was not helping. "You okay?" he asked. "Um, yeah. I guess. I don't know where the girl I came with is". "Oh, your girlfriend walked down the street about an hour ago". He then introduced himself and started asking about our trip and such but my mind was in a buzzing haze. My girlfriend? I knew that was not the case but felt good to hear it. I started to wonder if I was still asleep as I strained my eyes down the road in the direction he said you had gone. I knew I was not still asleep when I caught sight of that Tangerine summer dress of yours. It seemed like you were adding humidity to our dry surroundings as you strolled up that street. It appeared to me that there was a slight mist surrounding you. I stuttered something to the guy and started walking towards you. I must have still looked lost because as I neared you, you said, "What's wrong baby?". "Nothing. Just didn't hear you leave and....". You just smiled and handed me a take out cup of coffee. "Here babe. You were resting so easy and I thought you might need the extra rest and a bit of caffeine". You put your hand on me, leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "After all, you were a bit of an animal last night". You cracked yourself up while grabbing my hand and lead me back to the Blue Swallow. On the walk back the night replayed in my mind. My grin started creeping back in. By the time we passed the owner, my face was sore from the silly grin that was plastered on it. "Ha! You look better Patrick. Glad you found your girl!" My girl? Again my head was spinning. You just tightened your grip on my hand and pulled me into the room. It felt surreal as I watched your hips twitch underneath that Tangerine smock. The old GE black metal fan on the desk whirred away. I stood there stiff as I wondered what the next move was. As you went out the garage door I wondered if it was time to move on. You came back in and put Thunder Road on my portable. No. Not time to move on just yet. You let the Tangerine fall to the floor and I had no need for the silly cup in my hand. I put it down and realized I had the fever.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I wasn't sure where we were heading. I knew our plan of camping all the way across was on hold. After I read the sign in New Mexico saying we couldn't build a fire, couldn't use a propane stove, could not smoke unless we were in our vehicle with the windows rolled up. That was enough for me. The drought that was strangling the south west was turning our camping into an adventure in misery. Flip the page, change the story. On to old 66 seemed the way to go. Let's slow this thing down and make the most of it. Luckily that last job in New York padded the wallet in case of an emergency. This might not have seemed like an emergency to most but it seemed pretty dire to me. I was not going to blaze past scenery just to get to the coast and escape the drought. Let's take 66 and stay in some iconic motel's from another time. You didn't even grumble as I changed course. You kicked off your sandals and put your pretty feet on my dash. The miles seemed effortless. Funny how distance has no meaning when you don't care where or how long it takes to get someplace. I reached over and ran my hand through your tangled hair as we came into the first town. You woke up and shouted, "Hooray! That is the real deal! Sonic kiss my ass!" We rolled past the old drive up joint and smiled. I stopped and got us a shake and left a twenty on the counter. I was ready for a beer, not a shake but felt the need to keep that register ringing. The chains out on 40 were bleeding the locals on 66 dry. Not on my watch fuckers. Before we knew it the town was in the rear view and scrub weed and sand were all we could see. We rode a decent stretch before we had cause to slow down again. The sun was beating us up pretty bad and we both felt an escape was necessary. Like a dream the little mom and pop places started appearing. We rode through gazing on a living museum. I felt the need to soak it all in. I just didn't know where to start. I reached for the lighter and when I looked up there it was. A perfect neon sign. The Blue Swallow was on our right. I jerked the wheel and slowly crunched along the asphalt to the entrance. A 66 Stingray was sitting under the over hang. The sign promised phone, TV, and garage. Garage? Yep every room came with a garage. I walked into the office expecting the place to be cost prohibitive. I walked out with a key to room 6. I asked the guy if you could really use the garage. Yep. Most people don't because they are small, but you are welcome to it. I carefully backed into the tight space and entered the room from the garage. You had already made a drink in a plastic cup and had discovered that the windows rolled out with little effort from an old crank. Sitting there with your feet on the windowsill, I felt like I was stumbling onto something that did not belong to me. I was right of course, but looking at those beautiful legs I knew I had to at least borrow you for a bit.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
We are in New Mexico. It is pretty much sand as far as you can see, except the body of water in front of us. It is man made and is a reservoir for a distant town. A young guy came up to us earlier and had a couple of beers with us (my beers, fucking free loading hippie), and then left us with some mushrooms. After he left us, and with out much deliberation, we decided to eat the mushrooms. As they took affect the harvest moon was rising. It was huge and Orange in the sky like only a harvest moon can be. We could feel the pull of the plains hundreds of miles away. Yes. The harvest moon. Yes! Finally I was on the thresh hold of tasting my first kiss from your sweet lips. We pull a beer from the ice, light a smoke, and then I grab your hand and tell you we must walk toward the moon. It is true but it is also my way of getting you on your feet so I can eventually pull you close to me. We stumble across the sand and find that the moon has led us to the reservoir. We have to go in I say. You put a steely glance on me that leaves it all to me. I give my clothes to the sand and jump in. You follow my lead. Eventually we come together in the water. It is nervous and sweetly innocent at once. The water is chilly after driving through the dry hot desert all day. Our lips are purple by the light of the harvest moon. With teeth slightly chatterirn we pull close for some innocent body heat. The chilly water is up to our shoulders, a moving sand is under our feet, and we are holding the only thing that makes sense. After thirteen states I find the moment that is not only perfect, but I will be punished for making the wrong choice. I wrap my arm around the small of your back and pull you in for our first kiss. It is nice but awkward as we both pull away. We both remember there was a reason we had never done this before. We both laugh. I swim on my back and kick some water in your direction. You laugh and mimic me. Now that we are laughing and playing I feel free. Now I grab you and really kiss you. The moon quietly rises as we find something. Are lips are not cold and purple anymore. We make our way back in. You grab a towel out of the Jeep and I grab some more wood to throw on the fire. We settle down with our shoulders barely touching. Neither of us know what to say. We start a smoke before I realize we should have a short glass of whiskey. I lurch up and get the bottle and two small glasses. As I pour it the smokey aroma has us looking forward. I settle back down and this time our hips are touching. We clink glass but before you can drink it, I say, kiss me again. You bat those unforgettable eyes, smile, and lean into me. You laugh and take a swig of whiskey. I follow suit. Good choice, the mouths are warm now. Ten years and thirteen states, I finally get my kiss. We lay back in the sand and look at the moon. We are holding hands, don't know quite what we are doing, feel overwhelmed, but also feel at ease. We are at the right place. Everything else is going to have to catch up with a fast moving road show. You suggest we go to the tent but I want to lay outside a bit longer. You agree and put your head on my shoulder. You say, "Patrick tell me a story". "Babe", I respond. "this is the story. Once it plays out, I will tell it to you". I feel like I could tell you many stories but I am consumed with the one that is being written righ in front of me. I would ruin it and tell you I love you too soon. I choose to be quiet. I ask you to hush. We will be in the tent soon. For now listen to the wind sweeping in.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Midnight and felt like the sun was around the corner. Trying to beat the rays through my blinds while I thought of you. There was no traveling going to save the heel. As I curled my toes in pain, your face floated to me. I wanted nothing more than to run through the woods to you. No one told me that they had burnt down. I choked as I spoke your name out loud. Done coughing I squeeze my ribs and wonder.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The chain for the neon Genessee sign is pulled and my set is just beginning to play. I need to walk across the stained floor. I hear the door being pulled closed and bolted as I brace for the night air. I can't move though. I could feel my beard growing as my nails dug into the bar. As I pulled myself up the bartender called me Jim and asked if I wanted one for the road. I could enjoy my set if I ignored the mopping.
The frost was quickening my pulse. I had impulsively ran out the door with out enough on. The cold was like steel hitting me. I had gone fourteen blocks before I realized I was chasing a dream I had already woke up from. I didn't like the reality of the situation and wished I was still a sleep. There was nothing left to do as I contemplated my own punishment. It would come slowly, but it would surely come. I gritted my teeth and headed back.