Latonia's Long Blue Stare

© Mark Betcher

I drove to Latonia each and every day
The road got more good looking as I pass her way
My engine got warm and my eyes got clear
Then my truck hit a pot hole and I forgot to steer
That intersection coming, she’s standing in the street
I almost drove my hard bumper into her soft front seat

Well the oil was pumping the gauge was top end
The look on her face would have crushed most men
Then I cracked my windsheild just to peered through
Thank The Lord for sunglasses or just the shade will do
Shes got steel red lips and when they split into
And she formed these letters... F U

So her lips were flaming and my face got flushed
I tired to shift gears but my clutch got stuck
I raced my engine and blew nothing but smoke
That when she looked at me as if I were a joke
Damn the wind kicked up blew the trash in the street
I knew by then I was just love sick man meat

She walked to the other side and stepped on the high heel curb
She took one more look back and flicked her perfumed blonde hair
She knew she had me and with her peircing smile
She killed my engine and choking out my dreams in style
In an instance she vanished as if the sun in the twilight
Or was it just glare from some old cheap neon bar light

You never know... It’s Latonia