That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain...a true story told in prose form..........

                               

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That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain

I had to get away

And get away I did

Drove to Hot Springs and got a hotel

Ordered some pizza

And tried to watch some tv.

But I was bored

So very bored

And it was raining a sweet Spring rain

Yeah, rain has always

Made my blood run hotter

And my feet want to get loose and dance.

I got all dolled up

In a black jumpsuit of spandex

Curled my long hair

Put on perfume

And silver.

Drove the streets of that town

Looking for a place that was alive

With music and men

Some place or cool scene

To let off some steam.

The high end clubs

All seemed too dull

Though I was dressed in a "high end" way

But there was nothing in any of them

That made me want to stay.

I was about to give up on the whole idea

When something shiny caught my eye

I pulled over into a parking lot

Surveying the neon lights

As the rain fell gently 

 And Phil Collins sang "my song."

It was a biker bar!

(You know the kind)

The kind you see in movies

With Hondas and Harleys parked there everywhere

And men all dressed in black leathers.

I was terrified

(But so enthralled)

For I'd never darkened that kind of door

But I was bored and feeling dare devil-ish

And my body was just starved for dancing.

I checked the rear view and tousled my hair

As "Hold On My Heart" played on repeat

(You know sometimes when you get obsessed)

And you just wanna hear that song?

Well, hold that image in your mind....

I walked in like it was a movie premiere

And the crowd held it's collective breath

No exaggeration, I kid you not

(But I was scared too death!)

Yeah, me, the girl you think you know.....

I was scared too death!

But I made my way through

The whistles and smoke

And found a place to sit down

Looked around to see if I was the only girl there

And I was but for some Motorcycle Mamas..

Then the beers started coming

(And I do not drink beer)

And the boys started swaggering

And making boy noise

But I didn't look up and meet anyone's eyes

(Though they all seemed to be willing toys.)

After two or three beers

I was losing my shyness

And feeling my boldness

And losing my blues

And began looking 'round 

For a partner to choose.

And then it hit me:

The wildness

(You know that wildness)

And I tossed back my hair

Oh no, not that!

Oh, yes, I did!

I tossed back my hair

And got to my feet.

Downed the last of that horrible

Horrible beer

And then I kinda lost what was left of my mind

Grabbed me a startled cute guy by the collar

As Def Leppard started screaming out "Sugar."

 "Come here, boy, let's dance." I said

And all eyes glued to us

(Well, mostly on me but.... you know, you know 😉)

The cute guy ate it up, grinning like crazy

And didn't put up much of a fuss.

To be continued....................(maybe)