Drippin' Springs

I spent last night in Drippin’
with another man’s woman
we slept in separate bedrooms
he stayed in New York City

I spent last night in Drippin’
south of Austin thirty miles
you know how the truth hurts
when you get it caught in lies

We’d hung out talkin’ dirty
country western sings the blues
drinkin’ beer and Wild Turkey
shootin’ dollars worth of pool

She introduced me to the kitty
the riot shotgun and the dogs
we smoked a couple bowls
and watched teevee
like falling off a log

I spent last night in Drippin’
with another man’s woman
we slept in separate bedrooms
he stayed in New York City

he called her late that evening
to ask her where she’d been
she said out Christmas shopping
and hung up the phone then

I spent last night in Drippin’
south of Austin thirty miles
you know how the truth hurts
when you get it caught in lies

---

David L. White
from Songs for Tentative Guitar
Pilot Press - Austin 1980

Dear Lisa

Dear Lisa

I wish I’d have known you
before you got married
got older and harried and
Harry got gray
cuz the song in my heart
is a hard one to carry
I guess I’ll just sing it away

Don’t take this poem home
to Harry, Dear Harry
it’s no laughing matter
he’ll throw it away
but the song in my heart
is too big to bury
I just I’ll just sing it away


---
David L. White
from Songs for Tentative Guitar
Pilot Press - Austin 1980

Cold Spring

There's no one waiting in Wisconsin
with their arms flung wide
the winters aren't bad in Austin
but I got Cold Spring on my mind.

There are winters here in Austin
you don’t need to own a shovel
and no work days you stay home from
on account of the weather

and you wonder why I complain
well, it just ain’t Cold Spring
in the rain

I had a crazy painter lover
from New Orleans Houston Denver
city daughter of a doctor
we go nowhere real soon

she hasn’t asked that we stay friends yet
now that lovers over
it’s okay, I’ve been busy
in a Cold Spring memory

She spent some time at the university
and heard it all but the
Cold Spring memory

A northern high school buddy
climbs a salesman's ladder
his wife makes good lasagna
and they came here for the weather

Next year their daughter will be three
with a British Texas accent and a
Cold Spring memory

Just an hour from Milwaukee
eighty miles from Chicago
are the tourist vista lagos
that I call home

and when I think of Cold Spring
don’t even ask me why
I get those tiny
Cold Spring teardrops
in my eye

So I guess I’ll go to Cold Spring
and buy myself a shovel
and teach their children Sunday School
and forget about I am

I guess I’ll go to Cold Spring
where there are no cops or stop signs
with the weekly farmer socials
at the local tavareen

I can almost feel the breeze
I’ll be writing Central Texas memories

---

David L. White

Pilot Press - Austin 1980

Grateful Walker / this is that

A long legged walker
I expressed pain at
Having checked my steps
Fumbled with my laces

Ananda offers up a title
On creativity by a
choreographer

I am grateful I am
Moving again
I feel the music
Tingling in my toes

Some or much
Creative work
Is not frozen forever
But is a moment
of motion
In motion

This is that

...

DLW
10/23/13
2:47am

The whole bed moves

You there
Fellow traveler
In the dark
(I'm yelling telepathically)
that restless thing you're doing
Seems to provide no relief

One of us needs to meditate
Or move to the couch

I'm no expert on the Richter scale
But these are tremors
Of wake up magnitude

Now bathing in the light
of the refrigerator
I gargle a tsunami
Of orange juice
While surfing internal
Alliteration

Hello mind
Creaky cranky
old friend
Grab your board
Let's ride the waves

This full
blissful
meditation

...

© David L. White
October 13, 2013
2:31 am

Marketing

Put a human face on your cash cow
and the milk will taste much sweeter
Climb on board and ride her home
once you squeeze that teater.

Already

I'm crying already
You're not even gone
Your obituary
On Wikipedia

I cling to our
YouTube moments
In the ever after
Already

...
For Joan Baez

David L. White
October 13, 2013
4:15 am