Drinking at the canteen
Two stepping in between
Tunes from a Christine
Vocals from a Geraldine
Whirling in my cowboy boots
Twirling past the crapshoots
A pair of blondes, oh very cute
Both work as prostitutes
I love this life
I love this air
Perhaps I’ll start
A love affair
Just now, I saw her there
Up Town
Up Grade
Underdressed and Overplayed
Time to care
Time to dare
Asked her name
She replied, “Emma Clair”
She could dance
She could swing
Do-si-do
And even swing
Miss Blair might bump
Miss Blair might grind
Whiskey shots for courage
Set up on her behind
The band played standards
Honoring Hank Williams and Dolly P
Emma eyes were locked on mine
Emma eyes were emerald green
By nine, she was mine
By ten, I was hers
By midnight, I was drunk
By closing time, I was blurred
Maybe it was the Jack speaking
Maybe I heard Jim Beam instead
When the local Parson asked for my “I Do”
That’s when I got newly wed
So two years and two girls
Tons of diapers, tons of curls
They’re my Queens
I’m their Earl
I still crave Emma’s shots
I still covet Emma’s hots
She’s built like an Autobot
And as easy as a chip shot
The band honors Loretta Lynn
The dance floor is getting thin
But we make this bar our own sin
And that’s how I see it
Andy Betz has tutored and taught in excess of 42 years, lives in 1974, and has been married for 33 years. His works are found everywhere a search engine operates.