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every time

that i mosey on

back down home

to a southern place in my heart

that i can feel in my bones

i know

Cedar Creek Lake is in my blood

with a (903) area code

and so

whenever i feel

a little lost and low i know

just where to go

to break bread with my family and

friends

to soothe my soul

and then King and i go get drunk and

stoned

on the back road

in the old yellow El Camino

with honey roasted blunts

and a few six packs of El Pacifico

and we just let go

when a Merle Haggard song comes

on the radio

and we’re off

and theres only one place i know

in Malakoff

where the guys and girls can go

to get their rocks off

but you better walk the line

or a bouncer might knock your block off

and if you’re looking for a woman

to blow your socks off

i know just where you can find her

go east on Highway 31

to the honky tonk called

Coal Mines…

and here’s another

reminder

just to help you find her

there’s a big bright neon sign

out front

so you cant miss it

just part your dualy in the gravel

parking lot

and pay five dollars at the entrance

to find King and i

inside

on barstools

drinking ice cold Guinness

and having hell ‘o fun in

hillbilly bliss

is part of our martini existence

it’s half Martian / half Texas

with a lemon twist and

we’re in business

so let me buy you a drink

i insist

the possibilities are endless…

at Coal Miners

i wake to the daisy chain of a cowgirls kiss

at Coal Miners

i bask in the drunken sorcery of a redneck bliss

at Coal Miners

i swallow all the hello shots i can take

at Coal Miners

i found the alcohol portal to

Cedar Creek Lake…

and i scoot my boots and my booty shakes

like both dance floors are a

Texas earthquake…

at Coal Miners

© Jeff Callaway 2005

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so after

a hot night of drinking

cold cold brews

and Texas two-steppin’

with the Henderson County who’s who

the redneck reunion

of the Coal Miners crew

resumes

in the mom-and-pop

atmosphere

of an old greasy spoon

deep in the heart of Athens, Texas

for some southern fried soul food

and the psychobilly grooves

that the jukebox exudes

the tunes bloom

in special orange blossoms of

sound that you can feel

when you’re drunk at 4AM

having coffee

at the Pitt Grill

 

endless

pots of java

you can drink until

you get your fill

to help you sober up

so you can drive home

without getting killed

and when all the bars are closed

Pitt Grill is completely filled

with conversation between close friends

they really can be such a thrill

when one wiseman once said to me

sometimes “conversations kill”

but chicken friend steak, country gravy

and 3 eggs now that’s a good meal

and when its all for just $3.99

now isn’t that a deal

for real

the grease must be

enlightening

when we’re dining

under the fluorescent lighting

formica tabletops and saltshakers

seem so inviting

plus after you clean your plate

you can smoke cigarettes

inside and

that’s surprising

like back in the good old days

now isn’t this exciting

and that reminds me

of America

the home of the free

the toothless waitress on speed

ask me if i’d like more sugar or more cream

and i tell them

yes

and can i also get another

order of the hash browns

scattered

smothered

and covered…

 

© Jeff Callaway 2006

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Texas Outlaw Press presents a Texas Outlaw Poet picture by Jeff Callaway based upon his poem of the same name a celebration of movement. All acting and narration by Jeff Callaway. Music by DJ Smack. Follow Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, at http://www.texasoutlawpoet.com!

 

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Texas Outlaw Press presents a poem film by Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway called “LONELY GIRL” based on his poem of the same name from his poetry collection, A Peck Of Pickled Poems, available on Amazon!

LONELY GIRL by Jeff Callaway

lonely girl

with beautiful lips

her sleepy eyes, dreamy

these incandescent incantations

limiting my ability

to see things clearly

beyond her years

sweeter words

that only her lips have heard

sincere moments of her breathing

sleeping hands

restless at her feet

with angel’s wings

and words that burn

the fore thought of forgotten emotions

falling unheard

and so without asking her

if I could kiss her

she said yes

and she showed to me

what heaven really could be

or that it did

really exist

once my lips touched hers

pillow skin lips

that touched me with sugary heaven

and spoke of words

words with language that danced

like a dancer

cotton eyed joe my soul

she spoke to me

in whispers

tiny kisses

my hands on her thigh

as she awoke

still

bathed in beauty

her lips

still

shimmering

dancing

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she

sat there in the smoky room

where the poets loomed in the gloom

and the coffee brewed

as time seemed to

stand still

I knew that she was real

or that she was like

a wonderful white rose

just waiting to bloom

in Spring

or even right there in front of me

where I noticed how her bones caught

shadows of light

from beneath her skin

that I wanted to be inside

and soon

I longed to touch her

with my long velvet tongue

my hands

calloused and wet

with words

with ink there of

that burned

into the page that was her

with long blonde tresses

and spectacles

all spectacular she

was just like she was

the moon

that I could feel her

pull like I was the ocean

my swoon and my sway

as she sat there silently

scrawling romantic electric words

with her doll like hands

creamy and ceramic

into her black leather notebook

where she kept her poems and things

she seemed just like a cat

with her litters of light

as I took the stage

to read

I watched for her responses

to each

of my bombastic elastic words

that I bombarded

upon her ear lobes

until she became shell shocked

and pulled her kites, her eyes

from the page

to glance up at me

with her eyes

her eyes like lights

that shown up on the stage

where I stood lonely

and longed for her to join me there

but she just smiled…

COPYRIGHT © 2006 JEFF CALLAWAY

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HENDERSON COUNTY BLUES

by Jeff Callaway

I spent

My whole life

Rocking and rolling

Cocked and loaded like

Nothing ever lasts

And I grew up way too fast

But I’ve had a few laughs At last

I’ve stayed away from my past

I’ve strayed away from my roots

And I’ve played the outlaw

A time or two you know

Trouble for me was

Nothing new

Just something to do

And it’s no excuse

I guess I never knew

All I had to lose I guess

I was born with them

Henderson County Blues…
I was born

With my neck in a noose

Baptized myself in this

Bottles of booze

With blues

But Mama didn’t raise no brute

I guess you could say

I never gave no hoot

And by the time I was nine

I’d learned to shoot

My Daddy bought me my .22

And by 22
I’d run off with the loot

Traded my rattlesnake skins in

For combat boots

A ten-gallon hat in

For bleaching my roots

I filled the tank up

I let the clutch out

Like I was death proof

Through Cedar Creek Lake

I have boomed

And I’ve zoomed

And I always knew that I was doomed

Ever since the warrant

Was issued

And my reputation grew

I’ve had a bad case of them

Henderson County Blues…

By high noon

I’ve dug the underground

I’ve paid my dues

I left the cops with

Hardly any clues

Their pursuit of me

I would elude while

Their hatreds for me

Grew and grew

From the first day

I made the front page of

The Athens Daily Review

I knew that Huntsville had

Some time for me to do

I got to pay the price for these

Henderson County Blues…
Which includes
Some methamphetamine

And a trash bag of shrooms

A decade of heroin abuse

Mixed with a shot of cocaine

With some shades of grey and some may say

I’ve gone a bit insane

In my membrane

I’m an old drinker and tweaker

Of speeder freak lake fame

The Texas Outlaw Poet

Is my name

And I’m here

Just to tell you the truth

Just to share the news

I know I’m going to die

Tonight with my

Henderson County Blues…

Henderson County Blues

Hurts like hell

Henderson county Blues

My hopeless tale…

 

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