The Ghosts of Jim Beam, Hank Williams and me

Late one night
a VCR flashed 12:00
[blink]

12:00
[blink]
12:00
[it's all subliminal]


I was sitting,
drinking, thinking,
listening to an ancient relic
of a record player

(funny that, isn't it?)

When a man
"Dressed like 1950,
half-drunk and hollow-eyed"
walked through my door

(it amazes me to say
I'm being literal)

He took a seat
had a drink
and sang me a song or two

(smiling at me
like we were old friends)

and like this we sat
said ne'er a word
but sang of
men with broken hearts
and lost highways

(for maybe an
hour or four)

Then someone tapped
my shoulder, rather softly
and I turned
rather slowly

(and in turning saw that
drunken way the world slides by)

A figure of a man
bearded majestically
in a black broadcloth suit

(a cowboy on a
sunday afternoon)

He says we've had enough
his bottles quite empty
this is not the last time
you will see us

(the ghosts of Jim Beam,
Hank Williams, and me)

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I'd say you had some pretty good company there. I used to get those visitations, too.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The title caught me cause I am a big Hank Williams fan... I really enjoyed this... the fantasy brought on by alcoholic thoughts. Vivid imagery and well played out.