Saturday, June 11, 2011

Diamonds And Rust

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So... about twelve years ago.... she sat next to me on the Bridge... and said, "Hello, mister." ... and it's the people you don't see coming that you expect the most.... when you least expect them.  And that is how it was.... just walking through the art fair, taking a break, and there she was, again.

...... just like the time, ten years before that time.... and the time so may times ago... so young ago... so goddam young ago, that time, when she broke my glasses and I had to sleep with her because I couldn't see to drive home... or at least that is the reason she gave then.... so goddam young ago.  Well, it didn't work out some thirty five years ago... or twenty five, or twelve.  So it went. It never did seem to work. I remember it was always interesting trying, though, and she never broke my glasses again.  but there are other things to break.

  
I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall 


So, they have that stupid goddam art fair in the same stupid goddam park every goddam year... and the same goddam bridge is still goddam there.... and now ..
... I saw her there last year.  We didn't talk, and when I looked around, she was gone
I still had her number.  I had a couple of drinks.. I called. Didn't leave a message.  She called me back.
"how's the husband?"....... "how's the kids?" .."How you doing".... "Fine.And you?"  and that was that. But I always think of that bridge. And what it is like to have a ghost sit next to you and call you 'Mister'.
Now, my daughter and I go to the Art Fair and she picks out my Father's Day present. ... and goes back to her Mom's.

.... one year it rained so hard, they canceled the art fair.  I went anyway. Stood under an oak tree and sipped whiskey from a half-pint.  It is what it is, and it ain't no never mind.

Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid 


 It gets to the point where you do not want diamonds anymore... cause you really believe there are none.... but if you try, see, you can get pretty good at polishing rust.

11 comments:

S.W. Anderson said...

Bravo. Very well done.

Squatlo said...

I'm going to try this again, was told "service unavailable" with my first comment. Hope I'm not stuttering here...

I wrote that this was beautiful, and you should do it for a living.

Really well written post.

Sue said...

Beautiful Jim, really beautiful. You got alota 'stuff' don't you.

nonnie9999 said...

why, you're just a big ol' squishy romantic, okjimm!

p.s. stop by the raisin if you can. i have a post dedicated to you.

okjimm said...

......Thanks...having an annual moment...back on monday

snoringdogstudio said...

Be at peace, man. Heartbreak is itchy clothing - always in the background.

Gavrillo said...

Man, I got a brimful of tears feeling what you wrote. That bridge one of seven?

Randal Graves said...

You bastard, this was bloody swanky.

(didn't want to use Judas Priest's version of the tune, huh.)

okjimm said...

SDS... yes it is...

G'rillo.... probably... all roads have at least seven....but six of them do not make sense.

Randal... hmmm... what church does Judas Priest attend?


..... still got the monday funks... it will pass.

Will "take no prisoners" Hart said...

Citrines and yellow sapphires are a very workable compromise, I think.

S.W. Anderson said...

You're having an "annual moment"?

No oneupmanship intended, but I have them much more often than that. ;)

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