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Moonlight Drive
by Tony WhitakerI miss my muse
for writing to you
but a new one fills
these cowboy shoes
Her voice speaks
to this thorny soul
She laughs when we play
She cries when I am sad
But whatever she begs
makes me glad
Nimble fingers
slide along
her long cool neck
as I pull and bend
trying to find
someplace new
where others neglect
When I hit that spot
her moan fills the air
sometimes I can’t help
flirting around
with her steel blown hair
I’ll be back again
to feel your voice
dance on the page
to never forget
things we said today
This loose wrapped guy
favors the feel of
your steel blown strings
as I bend and curl
to hear you sing
Stroking your strings
fills my days
So let’s swim
through the tide
on our moonlight drive
‘cause no one here
gets out alive
12/31/2009 Posted on 12/31/2009
Copyright © 2025 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/31/09 at 07:14 PM Rock on, Tony, she's the, wind beneath you "strings"...good poem. Here's to much musing about in the New Year. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/31/09 at 07:38 PM Play it, Tony! |
| Posted by John Herzog on 12/31/09 at 10:27 PM Something about this is sly, smooth. Very well done. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/02/10 at 04:41 AM Your fingers and your poetic gift have tapped out and slid down that long cool neck a lovely tribute to your muse and music. Thanks for singing in your unique and resonant voice for all of us to hear and read. Blessings to you, Tony. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/03/10 at 08:06 PM I know the love, Tony ;) and your song is perfect pitch! |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/04/10 at 09:06 PM A very slick little piece you wrote here -thank you so much for sharing it! |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 01/06/10 at 04:15 AM Play her like a gee-tar for sure! This has a great rhythm; feels like its been put to music already. Thanks for sharing, Tony. |
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