Neon

A little fun on a WhyNot Wednesday

 

 

 

 

Desperate,

for but a touch,

a smile found within a glance

 

Drunk along

this tavern’d dream,

self assured in barstool stance

 

Whispering,

the empty shaker,

echoing this questioned chance

 

Salted bliss,

of heaven’s calling,

as my mind lives in a trance

 

Slice the lime,

dust the hardwood,

care to join me for a dance

 

Come to me,

my Margarita,

the neon shines of true romance

Author's Note

A little fun for a why not Wednesday

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Are you Irish Jack? This was a totally out of the box piece for you, much enjoyed your romp into Margaritaville. Cheers my friend.

[Jack...]

Actually I am Irish. Thank you so much Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Sláinte ;-)

[Valentine]

Never drink or go to pubs..so you lost me on this one Jack..Kathie

[Jack...]

Oh well, sorry Kathie, but thanks for reading

[quinfinn]

reminds me of a night at the local pub...i do it two or three times a week. all the lovely ladies in their finery, all the gentle innuendos and the subtle mischief, the smell of alcohol and sweet perfume, the come hither, buy me a drink, smiles and the transparent facades. you have transported me to my neighborhood pub with this playful and engaging write. i always have a ball but, by choice, come home alone....for i have made a promise and intend to keep it. thank you for inviting me out for drinks!!!!!!

[Jack...]

No problem sir, thanks for you always kind and insightful reviews.

[quinfinn]

you're always welcome!