Corn Dolly's Luck

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© Joe Gri
Corn Dolly's Luck
© Joe Grieco

I've been daydreaming, picturing the streets around the Sorbonne.
I've been smoking in bed again.
I've been aching to go to the racetrack.
I've taken to drinking again.
I've been cleaning my gun and imagining the hunt.

Get me to a barber who knows my name and how to cut a flat top with fenders.
I want to sit in a barber chair, listen to a ballgame on the radio.

I've been craving the hard jaunt of a Harley shovelhead.
I'd like to hear the crack and echo of nine ball.
I've been wanting to lean on a cue.

It feels like I ought to be somewhere else, n'est pas?

I've been blowing French smoke rings in bed again.
I've been dreaming my luck would change.