Read Poem: Down On The Old River Road by Henry Capps

Henry Capps
Capps and Bolt Publishing
© 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

She lit a cigarette
As she revved up her vet
Down on the Old River Road

She said Hey come on hon’
I hate to spoil the fun
But it’s getting late and I’ve got to run

She re-brushed her hair
Put some fresh make-up on
Got to be looking right when she gets home

She gave a good-bye kiss to him
And then swore to meet again
Down on the Old River Road

Midnight was near when she hit second gear
Down on the Old River Road
The fog was settlin’ in
As she made the first bend
Weaving through the cattails and the pines

The curves where hairpin
A possum was dangling from the limb
And the cottonmouth was watching from the vines

The precious seconds flashed
From the clock on the dash
Down on the Old River Road

Take it easy Cinderella
In your coach of chrome and steel
With your 500 horses racing ‘neath the wheel

Like your fairy tale sister you are out on borrowed time
And come that the stroke of midnight
It’s back to the same on old grind.

The Engine was full bore
When she passed Gibson store
Down on the Old River Road

With a hundred proof nerve
She braked, slid and swerved
She cat and moused this game before
But somewhere between Cabbage Grove and 919
The hands of fate evened up the score.

Now the whirling blue lights
And the sirens filled the night
Down on the Old River Road

So good night sweet Cinderella
In your coach of chrome and steel
With your 500 horses silent ‘neath the wheel

Like your fairy tale sister
You were running way behind
And at that stroke of midnight
You just ran out of time

All of you good time Cinderellas
With an eye for the fellas
Don’t you party ‘til the rooster has crowed
Black waters deep
The gators never sleep
Down on the Old River Road

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