Black Ice

It was the most exquisite experience.
I've been slightly commiserating with a lovely woman.
Have I mentioned her? Yep, the French lady. Very classy.
I'd been thinking of making her acquaintance for some time.

We had an uneasy negotiation with regard to a rendezvous.
Made a sort of date, a meet you half-way, tentative arrangement.
It fell through and communication broke down. Traveling matters.
I'd thought I'd made a great logistical determination. I missed her.

Went to a local street light show. (Will post later.) Nice.
Then to Spud's to process. She lives in the neighborhood.
I don't think she'd be comfortable watching the Cardinals!
We won't even consider "what people will say" in that process.

It's an alright place, taking people as the come, in stride.
We shoot the breeze. Normally soft stuff... medicinal brandy!
This morning all the snow back east we be riffing. Watching.
The interrelational tales "gits ta goin'." War stories. OK.

Black ice is awfully dangerous. Misty Pacific Northwest.
A quick freeze and, please God, keep us safe ongoing.
Here in Phoenix, a downpour after a dry spell hazardous;
exhaust residue collects on the road surfaces - ugh-oh.

Just thought of my friend Leroy, late of here.
We'd share the music. Whoa; talk about jive lessons!
He's moved to Midland, Texas, of all places. Miss him.
Got a better job and I hope he has no issues locally.