By M. E. Riddle
Once I was lying in a field of grass on a cool, summer day. I was groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon when mustang sally rode by, reminding me of Lady Godiva. Blinded by the light, this, I thought, was an indication of good times, bad times and the remembrance of a girl named Angie and her hot legs.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” she coyly asked.
Dazed and confused, all I could muster was “Hello, I love you,” and she replied, “My name is Gloria-G.L.O.R.I.A., Gloria.”
”Please to meet you Gloria, your such a pretty woman,” I stammered.
There seem to be a whole lot of love in the air that moment.
“Hang on Snoopy, and get back to where you once belonged, We’re not going to come together. I’m not a honkey tonk woman,” she protested.
Let it be, I thought. I lay back in the grass and continued daydreaming. Can’t buy me love, I thought. Money is a crime. Like they say, money for nothing but I’m a believer. Maybe someday I’ll be able to unchain my heart and find a lady and eventually get back to joejoe. I want to know what love is because after all, all you need is love and love is all you need.
She finally admitted her realname was Lola. She was a white rabbit climbing out of a hole she had buried herself in years prior. Using cocaine, she had a back door man that made her feel ten feet tall. She stated what’s love got to do with it and then after loving me two times, she announced she had two tickets to paradise and asked me to get off of my cloud and come with her.
“Going to California, staying at the Hotel California, riding on the last train to Clarksville via Ventura highway, “ I explained.
I told her I’d been California dreaming for years now, romancing the idea of a magic carpet ride on a stairway to heaven.
She looked skyward; pointing at a cloud she called Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
Looking up, all I saw was a cloud resembling arocket man encircled in a wheel in the sky.
With the Southern Cross at our backs we walked down Abbey Road together eventually checking into the House of the rising sun and were given the white room with black curtains.
We were ina land down under where the people are strange. There was dancing in the streets.
Next morning I announced I was going up the country and after midnight she let it all hang out and for what’s it’s worth she shouted at me,“Hey Joe! Where you going with that gun in your hand?”
Matter-of-factly I stated I shot the sheriff and asked to gimmie shelter. She escorted me to the watchtower and we both witnessed music fall all about us in perfect harmony.
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