how could I forget Angie
or Dallas, Texas
or Jimmy and Angie's sister
I've forgotten her name
Angie had red hair
Jimmy and her sister lived together
they set me up with a blind date with Angie
the four of us went dancing
Angie and I melded into each other's arms
on that dance floor
some hope-to-hit-it-big country band
was kicking ass
had us clinging to each other
oblivious to everyone else
by the time Angie and I made it to my apartment
we had groped each other senseless
on that dance floor
Jimmy and her sister were long gone
we were on the sofa
having a nightcap and sucking
on each other's tongues
after awhile I said, how about let's go into the bedroom?
she said, "You'll have to pick me up and carry me."
I said, huh?
she said it again
so what's a guy to do in a situation like that
right
I stood, gathered her into my arms
and we played house the rest of the night
Angie and I were an item after that
she was a good person
dynamite in bed
we'd probably still be together
except for that terrible night
when her eight-year-old daughter
came into the room where we were and said
I'LL CALL THE POLICE!

©June 8, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton