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Secret Dream Ballad
by Maureen GlaudeI want to come back
as a country singer
it may take l0,000 years
just a blink of the eye
by Walt Whitman's measure
he and I shared a laugh over this
I'm sure that I'll wear a Terri Clark hat
wrangler jeans, Shania Twain-tight
a black-ribboned choker
boots that climb high
and a husky-pitched voice
that weds velvet to whine
My music'll shake up
every bar with a jukebox
line dancers will take up my steps
and I'll break strings on instruments
along with some hearts
as I stomp down the road to success
I'll sing and write songs for the people
real life strummed into my notes
sweet, gutsy tunes from down deep
rising up to the top of the charts
My roadies and I will cross North America
playing Garth Brooks on our breaks
at night we'll close down
our luminous bus
to stretch out and sleep by the lakes
My steel guitarist and I'll share starry gazes
a chemistry the fans ache to touch
half our gigs will be charities
the other, our gold
as we sell out our CD's
but never our souls
I want to come back as a country singer
guess it's about time I learn how to chord
04/14/1997 Posted on 02/20/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/20/04 at 05:28 PM And I'll be your manager and publicist Ms. Tammy Wynette. Never hurts to dream does it? :o) |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/20/04 at 08:15 PM this is a magnificent dream... i love the flawless flow of thought you write with here... favorite lines: "that weds velvet to whine" and "as we sell out our CD's
but never our souls "... brilliant... blessings... |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 02/21/04 at 10:19 PM ..when you do I'll take up linedancing for sure ;) |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/22/04 at 01:54 AM Isn't dreaming wonderful? You've caught the desire in most of us to be someone special in the limelight. Then you hit us with reality in the last lines. A delightful read! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/23/04 at 04:54 AM And when you want to get silly/
you can get a joint from Willie.
Yeehaw and honey hush! I'll book you a gig at Billie Bob's followed by an early drive east to Dallas to close down Gilley's. Can't wait. Wonder what I will be in that next life... probably the reincarnation of Tiny Tim with my luck. Very cool poem, my friend. |
| Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 02/26/04 at 11:56 PM This one is fun with a serious undertone--excellent! |
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