Mint

mint

Down in Mississippi

after hours juke joint

playing for drinks

few dollars, cents.

She came up close

close enough to taste

her mints

on her puffy lips.

I got back on stage

plugged into Marshall

grabbed the microphone

told her a few things.

I watched her eyes

dance towards the floor

I jumped down, began

to groove.

End of song

time to close the joint down

find out how those mints

really taste.

 

2 Comments

  1. iScriblr says:

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