A jukebox in a malt shop,
playing a sweet melody,
filled an old man’s memories
as he thought back nostalgically
the year in mind was 1953
–Flashback-
Two hearts were beating, nervously
young love was blooming beautifully,
and the future was a mystery…
All these years on,
though his Love is long gone
He still smiles & tells their story,
says “she was the one”
By: J.N.R Dutton
Decided to return a bit earlier than originally planned, did enjoy my short break though.
Judy was a South Memphis dream
She was a High School beauty queen
Raised by a daddy with a stern and heavy hand
Who never seemed to understand
the things on her heart
or the life she planned
or why she so fervently
Loved a boy in a band
She said, “Daddy, how can I make you see,
that Jay Loves & wants the best for me?”
Her daddy said: “precious girl, I just worry,
I want for your life only sweetness and beauty,
I can’t say I’ll ever understand what you see,
but if he truly Loves you, then all good to me”
By: J.N.R Dutton
“What’d you do this time?”
Joey’s wife asked as she cried
When she found he was doing time in jail one night
He says:
“Baby, I can’t lie, but I’d rather not specify,
I’ve put you through enough already,
and it’s eating at my heart & mind”
He further says,
“Baby, please don’t cry, I did the crime, I’ll do my time,
but I’ve learned my lesson, once I’m out again,
you’ll see a brand new man
you can count on this promise
I give you my word tonight,
I will straighten up and fly right“
By: J.N.R Dutton
Bobby moved from Texas out to L.A.
Said: “Man, I’ve got dreams I’ve got to chase,
it would break my heart if they went to waste,
my heart can’t let this go, no way”
By: J.N.R Dutton
He writes poetry for the lonely,
for the beaten and the broken down
and he writes for those who’ve lost
their way and their peace,
to help them back
to solid ground
By: J.N.R Dutton
Lainey is a lady from Ferriday, Louisiana
Loves her best friend Jamie and her mama too
her daddy left when she was two
still though she managed to make do
despite all that she’s been through
she pushes on, she don’t play victim,
won’t let anything hold her back
says “life’s too short for pity parties”
she’s got no time for that
By: J.N.R Dutton
Genuine Southern man,
down home born & raised
his neck is red & he’s not ashamed
it’s from the hot sun beating down
while he works all day,
nights are made for family time
they share laughter and Love
while they all unwind
By: J.N.R Dutton
Poetry will always be an obsession
Storytelling & expression
I’m not going to hold back
Honestly, who has time for that?
If it comes to mind I’m writing it down
I won’t wear chains, won’t be bound
Whatever’s laid on my heart
I’ve got to let it out
By: J.N.R Dutton
An old man nearing his
Earthly journey’s end
He’s got a multitude of stories
about the places that he’s been
He’d write them down if he could
muster the strength to lift a pen
Given the opportunity, he’d live
all his adventures again
& all he’s really wanting at this point
is a friend willing to listen
By: J.N.R Dutton
Jonathan grew up in the 1980’s and ’90’s, a typical suburbanite
He loved watching “The Wonder Years” when it came on Nick @ Nite
and he dreamed of playing music in Memphis & Nashville
Those neon city lights they shined so bright
He hasn’t forgotten
the dreams he dreamed back then
but he’s got such sweetness in his life now
and it’s so much more precious to him
By: J.N.R Dutton
