Wanderin Man - 8 - Mardi Gras - Exit Strategy (poem) by Richard Lee King on AuthorsDen

Wanderin Man - 8 - Mardi Gras - Exit Strategy
by Richard Lee King → (All Poetry by Richard Lee King)
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Today’s edition of the continuing saga, Wanderin Man – 8 – Mardigras Exit Strategy
*WANDERIN MAN* “MARDI GRAS – EXIT STRATEGY” Things don’t always go as planned, someone’s a bangin on my door so I grab my Smith-N-Wesson jist to even up the score. I peek out from the curtain we’ve attracted a crowd. There’s a half a dozen bad asses an they’re gittin kinda loud. They’re attractin lots of attention, not really what I had planned but this crappy ol motel room ain’t no place fer my stand. My hog is parked out back, her car is around in front, That’s the way I planned it, case they still were on the hunt. So, I dialed 911, dropped the phone on the floor, left a live connection, as the shitter winder became my door. Hit the fire alarm as I left, as another “jist in case.” Soon they’d be a crawlin all around this place. I left her to worry about making the explanations, I needed only a couple minutes to make some preparations. I might a mentioned, time has learnt me some tricks, bout survivin on the road… though none includin chicks. So as I was leavin, I gave her an extra grand, Said, “I’ve got to git on the road, in case I have to make a stand. “Maybe, in a day or so, I’ll be seein you around, but til I git my bankroll stashed I’ll be seekin higher ground.” I was thinkin, maybe she betrayed me with a message to her cronies. Think I mentioned that I’d known her but she wern’t my “one-an-only.” Cain’t fault her fer makin a livin the best she knowed how, we’ll conversate more later, I’m concerned with here-an-now. I needed to keep my wits, least til I’m on the road. This chick was extra baggage I couldn’t handle the extra load. My boots hit the ground a runnin my hog was close at hand. This ain’t my first rodeo, my escape was already planned. My hog was waitin patiently, nobody to be seen, I kicked her over quickly an quietly left the scene. Tomorrow I’ll be back or maybe the followin day, this ain’t nothin but a thing, there’s still more games to play. *Copyright* *© 2011 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.*

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on April 21, 2012

And I thought this was about Mardi Gras! “as the shitter winder became my door.” is a line for all time. Really enjoyed your ruminations about being a bad ass from your rocking chair.

And the Harley goes, “putter putter putter…”

Ron

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Reviewed on April 20, 2012

The imagery you've masterfully painted is priceless!!!! I swear this saga could be a movie....love it!

Anna

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

I'm with Jerry, a quiet hog? Don't you know it's against the law to throw a false fire alarm? I mean really. Patrick

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)

Your style is addictive. You've got the voice that rakes like face stubble and shakes dust from road boots. It is quibbly, snarky, jovial, sly, tabaccoish, jingling, and I feel like I have a bit of a tooth missing listening to your story here. The cadence is grande and slappy, full of playful danger and assumed heroism. Like the women who will read however many Harlequin novels there are in the universe, I feel like I want to read each and every one of these. Bottom's Up ~~ Diana

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Hah! How you sneak away quietly on a Hog, Richard?

Mardi Gras . . . Throw me sumptin' Mister . . .

Show yer tits . . .

Mardi Gras. . . You betcha!