R & B Slow Dance

Just as the band left for a break
the DJ played R & B to be kind.
Bobby Womach in the background
familiar words dangling in mind.

A trip to the bar raised eyebrows
the lady smiled from ear to ear.
Spinning in her seat like a prize
anticipating my getting near.

Those wet lips looked tasty
as I perused her mellow tones
feeling instant rush of excitement
reaching way down to my bones.

We both knew words had to come
not wanting to miss this chance.
Extended my hand out to her
as she whispered, can we dance.

Like a gentleman will, held her hand
while my eyes took in her sights.
Walking just behind her to the spot
we ended up out of the lights.

Now Johnnie Taylor was in a croon
she draped her hand on my arm
and as we two-stepped slowly
could feel that rising charm.

Suddenly she was closer to me
holding me tighter as we moved.
Nothing but music between us
as we slipped off in our groove.

Said she'd been watching me
chatting moving round the room.
Hoping we'd have an encounter
if not she was leaving soon.

Her radiating jasmine and roses
scents which make me weak
engulfed my senses totally
till I found it hard to speak.

Bodies moving in unison
any couple is known to reach
that point of ecstatic revelry
as the music starts to preach.

Al Green changed the song
slowed movement to a crawl.
Holding me even tighter
whispering I'm having a ball.

Silence between us had no affect
our bodies had a damn good talk.
Deep off into our very own groove
wondered if I could later walk.

We, in almost motionless pose
bumping and grinding in our stance.
Holding tightly each others mass
hard to call what we did a dance.

Felt her tongue at my ear
followed by moans and long sighs.
We'd reached that certain pentacle
seeing the known glazing of her eyes.

She said, baby, please
can we get outta this joint.
To hell with the band and DJ
got a need and special want.

While staring at each other
standing close face to face.
I hurriedly went and paid the tab
and got the hell outta that place.

Del Cano 2008 July

Let's Get It On

Words in the song said:

you keep looking and staring me done
hey, why don't you stop fooling around


My words:

Knowing I ain't a sexual pawn
why don't we just get it on.

You show up when I least expect
bringing with you every tease.
Short sun dress dangling lusciously
exposing skin just above the knees.

Both of us knowing full well
our chatting is no more than a sham.
When you discover I am outside
you find a reason to come where I am.

Such feeble attempts at niceties
belie your often heaving breast.
Coupled with suspicious naivety
wearing a sensual summer dress.

Your lingering daunting ways
tell me much more than you say.
Not that I have a problem with it
it seems just to be your way.

Why continue this nutty charade
lets make all the BS be gone.
Why not just skip all the crap
come on lets get it on.

I caught your smile in the park
another morning at the bus stop.
When I exited the grocery store
feel like I been caught by a cop.

You spend too much time
watching where I go and do.
Can't say I'm not flattered
by the attention I get from you.

But what is it with the staring
as if I was some work of art.
Your sensual eyes are glowing
as they seem to tear me apart.

Again I say, lets stop this game
got me feeling like an old blues song.
What's wrong with being straightforward
come on baby, lets just get it on.

Del Cano 2008 June

Living An Old Blues Song

What! What happened to you?
Somebody beat you up with a rifle?
Oh, my goodness, lady
that is a lot more than trifle.

It's hard to think about
you should feel blessed.
They could have shot you
been even killed I guess.

So sorry you have these problems
ought to stay away from folks like that.
Woman, you need to change your life
cause it's no good where it's at.

Wasn't that you not long ago
went to buy a ladder for your lover.
After spending all night a couple times
you're left with only a black cloud to hover.

That is so sad, my dear lady
heard the marshals took your check.
You worked two weeks like a dog
money's gone, now you're a wreck.

What are you doing to receive
such an utterly horrible stance.
If I were you I'd change my life
if not you do not stand a chance.

I also heard you got arrested
spent twenty four hours in jail.
Something bout no drivers license
or ID but could be just a tale.

I don't know what I could say
to lighten the burden you bear.
I do know you should treat you better
at least with a lot more care.

Wish I could really help you
I'm just a dumb guy living alone.
Sure hate hearing bout your troubles
like you're living in an old blues song.

Del Cano 2008 July