I dislike Tennessee.
Mud and big, ugly rocks.
Leafless hardwoods pose like
they were screaming when they died.
I found one of God's daughters there
who wouldn't have me,
then a bullish slut
But I saw something this
last visit in January.
I have a musician friend named Mason
playing the downtown clubs of Nashville.
He's another million dollar talent
living off bologna sandwiches
but he did win a lingerie model worthy
girlfriend and kept her three years
till she left him for a psychiatrist.
In my way of thanks for his music,
I agreed to buy his lunch Sunday
and he'd invited his former woman.
I kept quiet because I was witnessing
With their quick dialogue and the
"I still love you" eyes she made at him
while calling his on stage behavior
"crazy and gay and absolutely ridiculous,"
The repeated touching of his hand across the table
while detailing her and her new man's trip to the Bahamas,
and of course the impending marriage proposal.
Then Mason said something I'll never forget.
"Geez, Sam- you dumped me in May
and now you're already talking holy matrimony
and a white picket fence?!"
He looked his pain
into it's once loving eyes
His heart is better than mine.
We finished lunch and parted ways.
I bought him a fifth of muscadine
and promised to be back in July.
I guess there's beauty everywhere.
Even amid ugly rocks,
screaming oaks and savage women
of all sorts.
There's hope in
Rock on, Mason.
Natchez Trace Parkway, TN- 1/17/10