rainbow dances with gabriel, her old man.
shirtless, barefoot, free in her bib overalls.
raising a small storm of dust around their feet
as they stomp in the packed red dirt of the old
racetrack in the pines where the hot rods
had roared a hundred years before.
gabe grins and grabs her hands.
rainbow slips them loose, snatchs his suspenders
and lets them slap back on his bare chest.
-ouch you little pixie, why are you so frisky?
-because it's such a beautiful night.
and i traded a dozen jars of pickled okra
to wizard for some cedar shingles.
why are you so full of beans and whiskey?
- oh i don't know, could be the way your stuff
moves around in those overalls, girl.
rainbow snaps his suspenders again.
-you sure ain't no angel tonight, gabriel!
i think i see some hooves and horns.
the boogie band slides into their rendition
of sugar magnolia and gabe lets loose a holler.
they dance with such a frenzy,
that nixon, their australian sheep dog
barks at gaia, their golden mutt.
the dogs romp round rain and gabriel's feet.
gaia nips at the tie-dyed neckerchief
around nixon's throat, pulls it loose,
resulting in a canine tug of war.
the band picks up the tempo and rainbow twirls,
her long dreadlocks streaming out behind her,
the very image of her great grandmother
when jerry and the guys were riffing a century before.
No comments:
Post a Comment