For My Country Heart

It’s the same barstool
where I talked to you
and I held your hand in mine.
It’s the same dance floor
where we danced all night
and I kissed your lips for the first time.

That old jukebox plays
that sad old song for me.
My country heart knows the melody.
Take these quarters here,
put’em in the slot
and play that country song
for my country heart.
Play that country song
for my country heart.

It’s the same country tune
that makes me think of you
when I looked into your eyes for the last time.
It’s the same bar keep
who laughed with us ’til dawn.
I said fill up my glass.
She’s gone.

That old jukebox plays
that sad old song for me.
My country heart knows the melody.
Take these quarters here,
put’em in the slot
and play that country song
for my country heart.
Play that country song
for my country heart.

 

Head on Fire Poem

head-on-fire-painting
Head on Fire by David Michael Jackson

The news hit hard again

as he shuffled in the line and

searched his pockets

for tickets, his mind for answers.

“They cannot be so stupid as to return
to those days”

His face grew redder and redder,

His hair started to smoke.

The smoke rose into the grey sky.

Suddenly his entire head burst into flames.

He ran down the street, No

No

No”