Cheap Wine Date

Cheap wine and a cheap date

Nothing left to do,

Except wonder the dirty streets

Block after block

Until our feet begin to hurt

And all the words have been let out

And neither of us,

Have anything left to say

She is a nice enough girl

Pretty, seems smart,

But she just not a good fit,

For someone like me

There are problems with girls like this

She seems to have all that she needs,

All her wants sewn up tight

But, there is a lack of excitement

No danger or regret to her

I have many faults

And a lot of holes to plug

I need randomness,

And all that come with the


She seems content

She doesn’t seem to have that

Certain need to scrutinize,

Shine or explore

So we just keep walking

Maybe I should just walk her home

Maybe we need

A more expensive time

Or maybe we should

Have stayed put

And just drank more

Cheap wine

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


My Date With The Electrician

Yesterday was a good day, although a bit rough

I was trapped inside these walls

Held prisoner by an electrician

An electrician who showed up three hours late

I had things I wanted to do

Places I would have rather been

But the fan and light in the study stopped working

Hence the reason for the electrician

And why I was still here

I was completely fueled by all the coffee I had consumed

boredom makes me drink way too much coffee

I was pacing back and forth when the electrical rang the bell

“You Dick?”, the electrician asked

“You mean Dicky, don’t you”, I asked in reply

“Sure”, he said, with an all to energetic smile

“No, I’m not.  I’m the butler.  He’s not in.”

“He got tired of waiting for you, so he went out for drinks.”

“You don’t look like a butler.”

“Yeah, well, Mr. Loweman’s dropping off my tux before he drinks.”

I don’t think he bought it, but I didn’t care

“Your work is in the study”, I said

I was already filling a glass with ice

Ready to start this miserable, confined day

With any luck, he’ll be gone in an hour

I sat at the table, drank my old fashions and waited

Then I waited some more

I was teetering on trashed when the electrician appeared

“Done”, he exclaimed

“Good for both of us”, I sarcastically slurred

“Got one of those for me?”

“Glasses are in the cupboard, ice is in the freezer, booze is on the bar.”

He jumped at his chance

He came back with a tall boy, fill to the rim with my rum

He sat down, opposite of me

Like we were old friends about to have a conversation

“How do you like working for Mr. Loweman?”

He sounded sincere, I was surprised

“He’s an asshole”

That’s more or less how the whole afternoon went

We drank, talked sports, women and poetry

At his insistence I read him a few of my poems

He said he liked them

I couldn’t have cared less

He told me of his many writings, too

I was thankful he didn’t bring any

I was too drunk to listen to his rambling

At about 4:00 pm I told him he had to go

“Don’t want Mr. Loweman catching us drinking all his liquor”, I noted

“Right.  I’ll just get my tools, and be off”, he said

He staggered as he gathered his things and gave me the bill

We exchanged goodbyes

And a promise to keep this day from our bosses

Then he left

Without his measuring tape

Or my check

© Dicky J Loweman 2014



A Date With The Ponies

I slept funny

Too much on my left side

My neck is crinked

And I can’t straighten my spine

This is wonderful

Can’t turn my head to the left at all

It takes everything I’ve got to sit up

I’m going to burn this fucking couch

I really hate it

I’ve hated it for a long time

Way too long

It’s got to go

I struggle to move and find my glasses

Eyes have gone to shit, too

I guess I passed out reading the sports page

I had planned on going to the polo grounds today

I bought season tickets, and the season starts today

But with all this pain

I just don’t know

And, by the way, where’s my drink?

I had just poured a fresh one

New ice and all

I could have left it anywhere, but I’m in no mood to move

I check the paper, again

First chucker starts at 3:30

It’s 1:25

Plenty of time

I actually get really excited to see the ponies

I should shower and get ready

I have a feeling this is going to take some time

Then something catches my eye

Without thinking

Without pain

I turn to the left

And see my drink

No problems reaching for it

No pain at all

I drink it down, all in one shot

Then spring up, and head for the shower

Time is no longer a real factor

But I can’t wait to see those ponies

© Dicky J Loweman 2014