The Grateful Dead (Warlocks) in 1965 Courtesy NBCNews.com
Warm Walls
We drove up to The City,
Baghdad by the Bay.
My ride was big and classy,
there was no other way.
She was a beauty by my side,
filled with Nordic pride.
I thought about marrying her,
a thought I could not hide.
The Summer of Love was over,
but not its vibrant hippie jive.
We stopped at the Swiss Chalet,
an unlikely rock 'n' roll dive.
Ordered drinks and to the dance floor,
when the music burst forth, serene,
the walls were warm and fuzzy,
we danced, a mesmerizing scene.
She said her drink was watered-down,
the bartender kindly obliged.
Our dancing night was over,
to my studio apartment we arrived.
With the music playing to our dance,
she seemed to come to me just so,
but in our passionate embrace,
she called me Eric and said no.
Our night together was over,
I took her home to her place.
After a week away at a NYC wedding,
she disappeared without a trace.
Copyright 2023 © Ronald W. Hull
9/11/23
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
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I too love the “walls were warm and fuzzy”…
such intuitive writing…
Those days were so memorable…and stained
within our memories forever…it all hit the right notes back then
literally!
“She called me Eric and said no..”
This says much about this ‘Nordic beauty…’
You were a gentleman Ron…she was lucky…
With someone else it could have been a different ending…
Diana…
Sandie
She called me Eric and said no! Hahaha hilarious! Good one!
Rebecca
stayed memorable especially those that have touched my heart
just so. Sometimes pardon the old cliche, like two ships
that pass in the night. Still, our memories are bright as
every Ron, aren't they, thank you for this interesting write.
Vie
Now, even after seventy years are past, a day does not pass when I do not think of Susa, when last I saw her was seventy years ago.
Now I know I would not know her if I saw her, if, at her age (86 now) were even alive.
To me I still see her as my beautiful fifteen year old girl.
Mark
Reg. 🎵🎸