Old No. 7

Old No. 7


Old No. 7 and I had a time

Trying so hard to get you off my mind

Sitting alone with a glass and some ice

He didn’t offer me much good advice

So I took off my jeans and put on a dress

Painted my toenails and invited a guest

I sat on the sofa and took out my braids

Rolled up the carpet and pulled down the shades

Biting my lips as I poured me a drink

And offering him some I tried not to think

Of what you would do if you knew he was here

Sitting beside the one you hold dear

But then I recalled that you tossed aside

The heart and the hand of your future bride

So I grabbed his arm and squeezed it real tight

As the two of us danced for the rest of the night

Swaying to country two-stepping in time

With Old No. 7 trailing behind


©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on April 7, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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