- Books, Literature, and Writing»
- Poems & Poetry
A poem, Tobacco Road Revisited
I must confess, I was the meanest woman you'd ever 'wanna see.
Nine years ago today
I quit smoking
Tossed 'em away
I must confess i was the meanest woman you'd ever 'wanna see
I wanted to smoke
So very desperately
I went to work, walked into the designated smoking arena
The billows of smoke smelled so good
I had visions of smoking and dancing in a Mexican cantina
The aroma made me crazy
Frowning at an old woman sitting in a wheel chair
Smoking and grinning a toothless smile, poor little Mrs Daisy
I quickly regained control again
Hurriedly leaving the area
Feeling rather grim
A nurse friend yelled, " It's break time, come on Ruby let's go burn one."
I could feel my hands around her throat. squeezing
Until she struggled free, then began to run
A sweet little old Lady requested a pain pill
I uttered, " Oh get over it
All you ever do is complain about feeling ill
Who do you think i am
The Doctor approached me requesting completed admitting orders
I rolled my eyes, thinking
He must think i have an attention deficit disorder
Well i finally made it through my long twelve hour shift
I wasn't a good nurse or a happy camper
If you get my drift?
I clocked out and opened my car door
The stale smoke aroma
Made my yearning soar
I searched the ash-tray looking for a short butt
Forgetting that i'd cleaned the tray
Feeling more and more like a looney tune nut
I made it home without stopping at ' The Quick and Go '
When i entered my home
I was ready to blow
I quickly got into bed and started to read my open book, ' Tobacco Road '
Releasing a heavy load
Soon I was dreaming about a beautiful field of tobacco leaves
Waking up chilled
And having stomach heaves
It really was a touch-and-go recovery time
It lasted for months
I'm thankful i still function and have the cognition to rhyme.