always is…

we drove on back roads in Virginia…’round Leesburg…herds of deer would run right in front of us…just kept drivin’…dust would kick up and ricochet off the headlights…she had her hand on my thigh…night air smelled of alfalfa and the indigo sky made us look up and take notice…not a star was out…the moon glowed a yellow hue…

her blonde hair blew in the wind…wild…long hair…the kind you could run your fingers through and pull on while you kissed her…she liked that…she always wanted to be kissed…at night ‘fore sleep…in the mornin’ when she awoke…out in bars where people would watch us make out in dark corners while the juke box played a Tammy Wynette song…people would sneak peeks at us…caught ’em outta the corner of my eye…

and we’d always end up at her place…more tequila…more beer…foolin’ ’round on the sofa while jazz came through the radio at three in the mornin’…some Coltrane or Bill Evans…always right to set the mood…we’d make love till morn…every night we’d make love till morn…

then somethin’ happened…we quit kissin’ all the time…quit makin’ love like two kids crazy for each other…things cooled off…we’d just get drunk and pass out in separate rooms…t.v. on mute…infomercials sellin’ the latest and the greatest…two drunks snorin’ away their nightly sins…

‘ventually we called it quits…she took off with some stock car driver…me…I just sit on this barstool alone thinkin’ ’bout her from time to time…there’ll be another one…always is…

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