tumbeelin tumbleweed
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4/12/2009 7:46:21 AM
Leave me alone
I'm only talking to myself so please stay out of it.
I was rollin thru this town I never heard of before tonight which was very well lit by neon and mood lighting. It was a night I will never forget. They had several slot machines in the lobby area and I decided to indulge with the last 14 dollars I had in my pocket. I hit 3 triple bars for 70 dollars and I knew I would be having a good meal when I was through, first one of those since this woman I slept with on another lost night made me a big bowl of homemade lobster bisque. Lemme git back to my story though. Soon after I hit the jackpot a couple women accosted me, I think they were hoping I was wasted and they could roll me for my 70 dollars but I looked into the one's eyes and saw she was soulful, I immediately trusted her. We worked our way into the big room and up to the band, got in a slowdance to Wonderful Tonight. It was after this that the trip got more interesting. They had a ferry boat ride to some other casino across the river and we took it to see the sights. We got to talking to this man who looked both 65 and 25, depending on which way the light shined into his face. He said he had something to show us at this place we were heading. We followed him into another huge casino thru this hall and there was a sidedoor which led to this curtain which opened to reveal a dark room and there, in the middle of nothing else in particular was this gold jukebox with flashing lights. I was awestruck, being a music fiend. The strange man told us it would play any song in the world. I said "Any?" He said yes, any. I said oh really and asked him to play Batman by the Ventures and within seconds there it was. I was impressed. So I asked him to play an obscure Ohio Players song and boom, there it was. 3 more songs, 3 more that jukebox played. I joked that I'd like to be alone with this for awhile and he said Say no more and he and my new lady friend went for a walk. I didn't care about that because the magic jukebox was far more desirable than she was, at that moment.
I spent 2 hours and 45 minutes in that room, alone with that jukebox. Brought up every song I loved in my life that I could think of, most of which I hadn't heard at least since I moved out of my parents' house, 17 years ago. I was left feeling like I had spent hours with every woman I ever loved, that I had revisited the night by the railroad tracks in high school, the day my brother died, the night I finally was face-to-face with a true dream woman, every significant moment in my life. I've been thinkin I might move here, so I can come to see the jukebox more often. I'll stay til I run out of songs I want to hear.
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