Skip to content

Epic   Fantasy   Friend   Funny   Love   Main   Nature   Other   Sorrow

Smooth Talker

I spot her up ahead, standin’ side the road…
Lookin’ mighty fine, this little Memphis belle,
Standin’ tall against the backdrop of an old
Hillary for President billboard…
Thumbin’ her way to who knows where on Highway 55.

Chuggin’ along in my old black and battered Chevy pick-up…
Hopin’ to make its first pick-up in many a dark moon.
Drawin’ ever so close reveals Marilyn Monroe
Wearin’ a polka-dot pink on white party dress…
Tighter than the skin on a Mackerel!

Not the real, Marilyn, o’ course…
I ain’t no dumb ass redneck… I know she’s dead… ain’t she?
But close enough to be her twin sister, I swear to heaven
And heaven is just where I was plannin’ to take this little miss!

Pullin’ over to the shoulder, I roll down the window
Sweet talkin’ the little lady to hop in.
Openin’ the glove box, I remove a cream colored bottle of
Old Spice after shave balm… shake a dollop on my palm…
Slappin’ my face and neck with its spicy sweet nectar.

Beckonin’ again for ‘Marilyn’ to hop in, I display a package of
Irresistible good looks, charm and a quiverin’ lip Elvis smile.

“Hey pretty lady… where y’all goin’? Are you lonesome tonight?”
“Goin’ no place special, mister smooth talkin’ man.”
“Well, why don’t ya’ hop on in and I’ll give you a ride to no place special.”
“Why thank you ever so. Just take me far from here, I‘ve had my fill.”

Ridin’ off into the sunset in a beat up, Chevy pick-up
to no place special , ain’t exactly the picture perfect
Image one has of heavenly stuff.
Discoverin’ no place special… just Marilyn and me…
Well… that’ll be heaven enough.

© Copyright 2009 Gerard Lebel
All rights reserved

Share: