Bon Temps!

Lost in my thoughts
I enjoy the cool morning air drifting in.
I am sitting in my over-priced, roadside motel room.
Drinking my coffee from a cheap styrofoam cup,
While flicking away the sugary evidence smothering
My finger tops.

A quick, quiet get away was all I sought.
A morning walk in the bright sun and cool breeze.
Just a moment with my private thoughts, while
I greet my day.

“Hello, World! I am here and ready!
Show me all of your amazing wonderful ways!”

It’s then I found my hidden treasure for the day.
A delicious diamond in the rough.
A funky, crunchy, spicy hole-in-the-wall
Creole cafe!

!!iiiieeeee!! Mon Ami! THAT be A. O. K. by me!
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Idle all day at the counter of your
California backroad,
Wishin’ for the bayou,
Creole hideaway cafe –
JUST what I crave!

Naw, Sir. Ain’t goin’ be happenin’ that way today.
Ain’t goin’ be no time for that kinda lazy day fun!
Gotta hit the road, on the go!
Gotta roll! Gotta run!

But that’s ok!
Don’t need much to make this a perfect day.

Just piping hot coffee in a cheap styrofoam cup,
Sizzling hot powdered beignets nestled in a ‘to go’ box.
And a cool morning breeze drifting through my open door.

Just a few stolen moments, before I hit the road.
Lost in my thoughts of her –all sweet and guilty
And out-of-my-mind crazy with the wonder and fear
Of all those things that live on the other side of a blind leap.

Just a few rip roarin’ daydreams –all wild Cajun fiddles
Sawin’ quick and hard and full of swing.
All hootin’ and hollerin’, and joyously free!
Spinin’ and stepin’ and under a big, bright moon,
On a hot summer’s night.
In a small town’s, big-time fais do do.

Just a few sweet savories from my diamond in the rough.
That funky, crunchy, spicy hole-in-the-wall,
Meet you on the California backroads,
Wishin’ for the bayou,
Creole hideaway cafe,
Down San Luis Obispo way.

!!iiiieeeee!! Mon Ami! THAT be A. O. K. by me!

Bon Temps!


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