Hey - Joe

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 26 Sep 2011
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10 comments
 

Say...man!
I’m over here –
propped up
against this wall.
Don’t give me
no evil eye. Ain’t
no catch – I swear.

Easy...me; just like
the steamy, slow jazz
of an August evening.
Lay me down against
your chest; stroke
my belly – run
your fingers
down my neck.

Tease murmurings
from way deep inside;
timbre, timing, tone...
notes, even I
didn’t know I had.
Squeeze me long,
squeeze me hard.
I won’t break – well,
not this way.

You got me purring,
now, Joe. Vibrato
always gets me going,
and you’re crowing
like a hound-dog,
and I, sure as hell,
ain’t stopping
till you pick up
all them coins
then stash me away.

Let me down, Joe,
but gently, then roll
those ‘post-gig’ joints,
while I pretty up
these broken strings –
who needs them, anyway...
and powder my nose.

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Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
Great Tina- a real rock guitar never weeps but plays on proudly! (after powdering its nose!)- liked the analogy with a female- I think that is the way most male guiatrists look at their instrument! ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
The clue is in the last stanza, Pia. Sometimes things aren't as they seem;-) Tina

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
This is a treat Tina - very different, but has your eye for detail and a kind of stuttered elegance to the writing that I find wonderful. Well done. :-)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, so very much, fb;-) It was an enjoyable piece to write, and I'm so thrilled you enjoyed it too. Have a good week. Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, I have to admit, that I read this about six times and I wasn't sure what you were writing about, but now that Pia has pointed it out, I can understand the poem better. How silly I feel, because it's staring me right in the face. The title said it all for me once I understood, being a Hendrix fan, that perhaps this is about Jimi's guitar speaking, because as we all know, he could make that guitar talk. Hope I'm right because I love that track. Great read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You are dead right, Jenny, on all counts, and I'm so pleased that you picked up on that title;-) I adored that track and was a great fan of the late Jimi Hendrix, to put it but mildly. Oh and as for reading it more than once, I read it to my hubby, twice, and he still thought it was all about a cat...;-) Which was fine by me. Each to their own, and all that;-) Have a sunny day. Tina

 

Submitted by Highhat on
I know Jimi Hendrix' song very well Tina and knew this had some connection to it but what did you mean about the "clue" in the last stanza? I am wondering? ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Pia. I guess I meant the mention of 'strings', in the last stanza, and the deliberate double meaning. I.e. 'strings' of course when referring to women's underwear of the pantie kind;-) As you very rightly say, male guitarists certainly view their 'guitars' as having a sexual connotation, and I think this little lady was rather playing him at his own game, so to speak;-) And now I've got 'Hey, Joe' on my mind and shall just have to go on put on the CD. Have a peaceful evening, Pia and I hope the weather is as glorious there as it is here at present;-) A golden sunset to be sure. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Oh I see- I was just about to come back to you as I understand the meaning now- but I didn't really understand the bit about the underwear. But your explanation gives the poem a whole new dimension. Thank you. The weather here is magnificent- wonderfully warm for Autumn with lots of sun and not too windy but the trees are changing colour and the leaves are falling so they will be bare sooner than later. But the forecast is good for the rest of the week thank goodness! We did have a very wet summer. Thanks for explaining Tina have a peaceful evening ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
And you, Pia;-)