Ian’s got a weather beaten
leather jacket, black
his daddy gave it to him,
then went off to Iraq,
Ian didn’t know then,
his dad wouldn’t make it back
By:J.N.R Dutton
Tag: stories
Single Red Rose
Taking a walk at dawn,
with a walking cane, & his fedora on
Dressed in black from head to toe
Except attached to his pocket, a single red rose
He’s taking it down the street
To the woman who makes his heart skip a beat
By:J.N.R Dutton
On Time Delivery
I was watching a video today that inspired this poem
Big windshield spread wide across the front of a monstrous rig
Early morning brewed coffee, he takes another swig
Brief breakfast & then, it’s back on the road again
Another town he barely has time to see
Got to deliver his load by three
By:J.N.R Dutton
Dallas Blues
Kenneth went down to Texas, to play Dallas blues
Didn’t have much else going for him, said “what have I got to lose?”
His talent was obvious, clear as a bell,the more he made his audience smile,
the more in love with it he fell,but there were some people who wanted
to change him, because they only cared about what would sell
He told them:
“If I gave into you, I couldn’t face myself”
By:J.N.R Dutton
Coming Home To Stay
Thirty thousand feet above the ground
Staring out a window, looking down
Flying over the Astrodome,
he can’t wait to get back home,
It seems his family always ends up waiting there,
cause he’s got another deal to make elsewhere,
He told them, “This time I’m coming home to stay, I swear”
He has flashbacks of his daughter, at four years old,
w/pink ribbons in her hair
now she’s graduating college & he wants to be there
He knows her growing up without him hasn’t been fair
By:J.N.R Dutton
Zombies In The Cafe (Humor Poem)
Zombies in the cafe,
feasting on deep fried Spaghetti
not much different from you or me
When asked why they chose spaghetti
they said:
“we needed a change,
us eating brains is so cliché”
By: J.N.R Dutton
Jimmy & Johnny
The leaves on the trees are already showing
the Autumn hues
The air’s getting cooler but Jimmy &
Johnny are still running around without any shoes
They’re a rambunctious pair, it’s fair to say
Wild & crazy they love to play, like children do
Jimmy & Johnny stay outside until dark,
until they see street lights,
playing like they do really works up
a monstrous appetite
By then, John’s mama is yelling:
“it’s dinnertime, come in & get washed up”
they both rush home to scarf it down,
like they just can’t get enough
By:J.N.R Dutton
More Than Anything Before
Neon lights and night club ladies,
that’s what he used to live for,
He was outrageous, and kind of crazy,
always looking for another score,
but now he’s got a sweet wife & two dear babies,
they mean so much more than anything before
By: J.N.R Dutton
Jazz man
Elvin was a Jazz man,
played a mean saxophone
He was born in Georgia
& his daddy was a rolling stone,
When Elvin was out in New York
he wrote to the folks back home,
He said I think I’ll do great here,
I feel like I’m in my zone
By: J.N.R Dutton
Sharecropper’s Son
He was born in a log cabin
in nineteen hundred & ten
He lived there as an infant & then
He grew up on a sharecropper’s farm,
a sharecropper’s wage never stretched very far,
He was a child with a heart of iron & grit
never complained, not a single bit
He had a great work ethic,
took any job he could get,
worked even when he was sick,
It also didn’t hurt that he was smart as a whip
At the end of the day, all his slaving away,
lifted his family out of poverty’s grip
By: J.N.R Dutton
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