Monday, December 7, 2009

Smackwater


I parked my car right outside the small Motel...I read the sign that said -"Smackwater, Texas, 25 miles." and sighed....It had been close to forty years since I'd set foot in this town. I had vowed never to return to it again. I don't know why I drove to it now. I was supposed to be on my way to Philadelphia PA. to see my daughters, Victoria, Mabel, Cora beth and Anita. They had all found their way there.. I was not only surprising them by coming to see them for the Christmas Holidays, but also to tell them that they had a new step-mother. I had finnally married Georgia Ray..It was my third wife...They say the third time is the charm...We would see.

Me? My name is William "Sweet Dick" Jenkins, outta Louisiana.. I didn't marry Victoria's mama..but I wanted to....I stayed with her until Victoria was two....then I moved on to another town, Monroe and married another woman... Mary... Mary and I had two daughters...Mabel and Corabeth.....I was too traumatized to be a good husband or father for that matter and so when Corabeth was four and Mabel was six...Mary and I seperated and ultimately divorced. I moved on to yet another town and met another gal, Louise....Louise and I had Anita...my baby girl. I didn't even know about Anita...I must have left Louise with a bun in the oven. Anyway, Anita found me and I introduced her to her Half sisters, Victoria, Mabel and Corrie....

They are all in Philly and from what I hear, they done started a business...Mabel always could cook and out of all my girls...she probably has the best head for business..She just like her daddy!
They all doin well.. Corrie is married ,to that fish eyed Clerow and they got a little girl...Mabel livin with some musician....Ah gotta talk to her about that when I get there and Victoria divorced that lecherous Pastor John Struthers and married the deacon....Somebody gonna have to explain to me how THAT happened!

Anyways...I come back here for a reason....Since I'm married again...and I want this one to work..I gotta come back here..back where my first wife and I met and where my heart got broken in one horrible moment of violence.

My new ,Georgia Ray was sleeping in the car silently..We had been married for two weeks. We had gone to Biloxi,Missisippi and had a high old time...Gambling, Hanging out on the beaches, drinking and eating and enjoying each other in the hotel room...

"Oh Willie...Willie...Why do they call you "Sweet Dick"? she said one night during our lovemaking. I didn't answer her. I couldn't, but while I was lying in bed that night ,sweating and exhausted afterwords...I knew that I had to come back here....Smackwater and exorcize some old demons.

"Georgia Ray....Georgia Ray...Wake up baby..we here." I said.

"Oh....uh....oh...Is this the place?" she said.

"It's a motel...We gon stay here for just a night, then we gon get on the plane in San-Antonio
and head to Philly." I said.

"Oh my God, this place is a dump." she said.

I couldn't argue with her there.

'Well, this here is a clean room, with a clean bed....Here's some money, there's a couple of stores
around here...get us a couple of Fried Chicken dinners and some Sweet Teas and go back to the room and wait for me...I'll be back shortly." I said.

"Sweet Dick honey...why we even here?" she asked.

"Because I got business to tend to." I said.

She didn't argue...she knew that at this point it was pointless. She took the money I gave her and got the key to our room and took the bags in. I got in the car and drove further into town.
It was there that I found an old rooming house. Couldn't beleive that after forty years ,not only was it still standing...but it didn't look like a bit of work had been done on it.

I walked over to the all but familiar door...I heard the sound of men cursing and laughing .....I could smell beer and whiskey as well as barbecue chicken, ribs and fried fish...I knocked on the door.

It took a few minutes..but he came to the door...Laughing Jack. Laughing Jack had owned a bar
and grill here at one time....and had run an illegal card game that brought in tons of money. He was a big time baller back then. I heard he had been busted, had did some time in prison and had lost his bar. He still kept the card games going as I could see. He came to the door, took one look at me and smirked...

"I can't beleive it....Didn't think I'd ever see the likes of you again.." he said.

"I had to come back...you know why." I said.

"Heard you done had a mess of kids..all over Louisiana...Apparently ,you didn't learn nothin did you Sweet Dick?"he said.

"I know all of my kids and they all doing fine. In fact ,I'm headed up north to see em ,introduce em to they new step mother." I said proudly.

Jack smiled, then he frowned.

"You mean you got married again...after what happened here...You said you wasn't never gonna
marry again." he said.

"Hey Jack come on...it's your hand." came a voice from the room.

"It's been forty years Jack....I'm not the same....I've moved on." I said.

"Yeah, then why you back here? Why you come back here Sweet Dick?" he said.

"Because I have to see her one last time......you have to take me to her grave.....then ,I can move on." I said.

"You know Burt is still alive....He aint forgot..." said Jack.

"I aint worried about Burt...He ought not to have forgotten." I said.

Burt Curly had been responsible for my pain and anguish...He had killed my wife and I had nearly killed him... I didn't care to see him, but I wasn't afraid to see him either. See,I come packin..just like I did back in the day....

"Okay, look Sweet Dick....where you stayin? " he asked.

I wrote my address down on a peice of paper and gave it to him.

"Okay man, let me finish this hand and I'll stop by, meet your new wife and I'll take you to her
grave site....Then will you promise me that you'll leave Smackwater and never return?" said Jack.

"Sho Jack...anything you say." I laughed.


(To Be Continued.....)

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Mirror


I
have to look in the mirror
and ask myself honestly
if when I look in the mirror
do I really like the person I see?
And after all of this time am I really
the human being I started out to be..
I have to look in the mirror./


I
watch you sleeping next to me
I watch you sleeping so peacefully
and as the sunrise hearlds a brand new day
I look in the mirror,waiting for it to say
who am I...Who am I today?/


But the mirror can't tell me
it can only show me
the man I've come to be-
the mirror can't change me,
nor re-arrange my destiny...
no, it can't answer questions for me./


Yet
I watch you sleeping next to me
sleeping so peacefully
and as the sunrise heralds a brand new day
I look for that mirror hoping it will say
this is who you are...
This is where you are today./


I look for that face in the mirror
and whether I accept it or not..
Life is a question of whether I
I'll continue to grow or not...
and long story short...
that face in the mirror is all I've got.../


The mirror can't tell me
it can only show me
the man that I've come to be..
it can't show me my future
or replay my history...
it can only show me , me..../

Friday, December 4, 2009

How Many Times


How Many Times are you gonna let
opportunity slip away?
Oh Girl, you should know by now..
how many excuses are you going to make?
And how much longer will I have to wait?/


I've waited for your call
but you don't call at all..
I've called you on the phone
but your room mate said that you weren't home.
or you've told me
you just feel like being alone./


You'd think I'd take a hint..
after all, there is gold in another mint
but the longing in your eyes
shows me the hurt and pain you don't realize..
the procrastination that paralyzes./


How many times
How many times are you gonna break my heart?
when girl you should know by now..
how many times are we gonna stop before we start?
you've got me in a daze..
how many times and how many ways?/


You say that although I treat you right
ThatI'm just not your type
But who is your "type"
The kind that leaves you wanting more,
after a night?/


How many times are you gonna do this to me
baby?
when you oughta know better by now?/

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Trust Me (This is Love)


My attention span starts to wander
daydreaming about you
and at times I find my adrenalin over loading..
now what am I to do?/

I've had this feeling before
so many knocks on the wrong door
So I asked my heart to be my guide
and my heart pulled me to the side../

My Heart said
"trust me, this is love"
This time it's love
This is the woman you've been dreaming of..
This time it's real...
and although you've been down a wrong path
a time or two..
Trust me when I tell you that she's the one for you...
This time she's real../

You seem grounded in reality
I don't blame you for being a little wary of a guy
like me..
I know that you've been around the block
maybe a time or two..
Not easily fooled by everything a guy says to you../

There is a look in your eye that asks what's the deal?
you want to know if I'm just playin
or if I'm in fact for real..
Consult your heart and I hope it helps you to see
that this time the right man for you....
is the one in front of you ,for you to see.../

I hope your heart says
"trust me this is love
this guy is for real...
this is the guy you've been dreaming of...
trust how you feel...
and although you've made a few missteps down love's
road before...
try this one this time...try this once more...
Trust me....This is love..../

My heart is telling me...

"trust me, this is love"
This time it's love
This is the woman you've been dreaming of..
This time it's real...
and although you've been down a wrong path
a time or two..
Trust me when I tell you that she's the one for you...
This time she's real../

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

I'll Stand By You


"Ohhhhh,Look who it is...The married man!" laughed Chris Thompson as I walked into the diner.
He was sitting at the table with Donald Smooth and Fathead Newton...They both laughed and pounded me on the back as I joined them.

"Hey Chess, looks like our boy really enjoyed the sun and fun in Jamaica." laughed Fathead..

"Hey Chess, did you even make it to the beach?" Laughed Donald Smooth, who playfully punched me on the arm...

"Okay guys...let the man sit down.....breakfast is on me." said Chris as I sat down in my usual spot.

Rell and I were finnally husband and wife and after a month long honeymoon in Jamaica, we were finnally back in Philadelphia...I wouldn't admit it to the guys, but I didn't think about them or the streets not once while I had been away...I relaxed...enjoyed myself and my new bride.

"So...How's everything been since I left?" I asked.

"It's been quiet....Business has been good....Our little investment, Mable Jenkin's joint has been pullin in the dough and our other thing ....the card game has been making money hand over foot.
Victor Diaz hasn't gone to trial yet and we still up and running in one of his warehouses..Everything is good Chess." said Chris.

I noticed her out of the corner of my eye at first.....then soon ,I noticed her fully. She was a short
little thing...She had had an awesome body at one time and had been quite pretty...She still was somewhat of a looker...yet time ,bad men and drugs had robbed a lot of her beauty from her.

"Charlie? Charles Parker...Is that you?" she said. Nobody had called me by my given name since I'd been in school, grade school. Even my college professors called me "Chess" I knew this was someone from my past.

"Angie...Angelita Rose right? From Elementary school!!" I said.

"Oh my god....Chess, that is you...and is that Chris? Christopher Thompson?" she said. Chris cringed at hearing his government name...I supressed a smile just looking at him. He only nodded ,but he didn't speak. He knew who she was...

"I've been looking for you for awhile....I heard I could find you around here...." she said.

"Yeah...this is where I eat breakfast." I said.

"Heard you finished school, went to college and that now you married.....Wow, you really did well for yourself." she exclaimed.

"Wow, you've really been following me." I laughed, knowing that a pitch was going to be made for money at some point.

"So Angie, what have you been doin all these years?" I asked ,trying to avoid the inevitable.

She held her head down and then said...

"Me? I been having babies...I got four kids....Three of em are in foster homes....but this last one, this last one is special..I got her with me....That's what I come here for...I need a favor Chess...and you the only one from the old neighborhood who I could think of that might help me..
I know you got a good heart."

"How much you need Angie?" I said.

"Nah Chess..it aint like that...I don't need no money....well ah do..but that aint what I come here
for....I need you to do something for the Father of my youngest baby girl." she said.

"Huh, what? " I said.

"See,it's complicated...he dead and he needs to be put away proper ." she said.

"What are you talking about Angie?" said Chris uttering the first words from his mouth,since she had come in the diner.

"See,yall might know my baby daddy...he was one of yall...Ever hear of Sonny Templeton?" she
said.

Heads turned...Fathead,Donald Smooth, Chris and I all knew who he was. A high profile hitman at one time. An oldhead...who lost his edge and his skills behind drugs, booze and bad women...Who tried to redeem himself by going out on one last mission with that demon spawn,Malik Lockjohn. My boy Kevin Morris had ended his and Malik Lockjohn's careers several months ago.

"Sonny Templeton? That old bust out was old enough to be your father." I said.

"Old enough to be her grandfather." laughed Fathead.

"I know...I know....but I needed money and he needed a place to rest his head. It was my living room sofa at first and then it became my bed...and before long ,I was pregnant with his daughter. He was a bad man,I know....I know he killed a lot of people, but he was a human being too..he had feelings...He loved his daughter...She probably was the one person he loved above most." said Angie.

"How old is the girl?" I asked.

"She's three.....She loved her daddy....and beleive me ,he loved her. Long story short..He's laying up there in county....been laying in that morgue since August...I don't have money to bury him..It's December Chess...it's about to get cold...Man deserve a decent burial...He shouldn't be laying out in the cold." she said.

"Angie...I barely knew the guy and he wasn't my friend, beleive that....Don't he have any people?" I asked.

"He has a cousin from Georgia named John Templeton. I called him, told him that Sonny had been killed and he came up here on the train the next week. He stayed at my place, ate my food,
helped himself to me a couple of times and then went over to the morgue...When they told him how much a funeral would cost he said that he and Sonny weren't that close and he left..went on back to Georgia." She said.

Chris ,Donald and Fathead were laughing silently at her story...I could tell that none of them was about to help her...Still, she was a friend of mine from the old neighborhood and from as far back as elementary school...and this meant something to her and her daughter. I took her to the side.

"I got an office over at that Gym and Juice Bar a few blocks from here...Stop by at four thirty...
I'll see what I can do." I said. She hugged me....She smelled like cigarettes and stale beer...

"Thanks Chess...I knew I could count on you." she said.

After she left...Chris looked at me , then asked me-

"You gonna lend her money to bury that bust out?"

"It aint for Sonny...I could care less about him....it's for Angie and her daughter.....somehow I feel
like they both need something good, just one thing good to happen for them." I said.

"You're a good man Chess, you got a good heart." said Chris.

I met Angelita Rose and her adorable little three year old daughter, Chloe at My Gym and juice bar...We got in my car and drove over to the morgue...They sat in the car. I had called a funeral
director and was waiting for him to get there with a hearse....There to my horror was the nearly
mummified body of one Charles "Sonny" Templeton...Contract Killer...His head was a mangled
mess and his skin was now blue...I didn't recognize him.....It was a horrible sight. When the Funeral director, a white man named ironically, Sonny Stein got there and saw the body, even he jumped...

"Oh my God..." he said and ran ,grabbed a trash recepticle and vomited.....I shook my head ,wondering if I had made a mistake in contacting him.

"Don't worry Chess.....I-I-I can-can-can -handle-handle-handle this." he said.

A stuttering Funeral Director , who vomits at the sight of a dead body.....I couldn't beleive it!

A week later, Angelita ,Chloe and I stood in the cemetary with the casket bearing Sonny Templeton's remains... There was no way there could be an open casket funeral. Once it was discovered just who Sonny Templeton was...Every church in Philadelphia turned me down for having his funeral there. We were forced to have his "memorial service" in the cemetary.

Pastor John Struthers reluctantly agreed to say a few words over the casket before it was lowered into the ground.

"My brother and my sister..uh...er....Oh look,let's cut the crap...This man didn't come to church
a day in his life and was probably responsible for more funerals than a little bit and is very likely in hell right now, having a cup of coffee with the devil..." he said.

"PASTOR!!!!!!" yelled Deacon Larry Weatherford.

"Oh...oh..oh..yes...,er,uh..well....what I mean to say is that ,every man must meet his maker or someone on that day of reckoning...are you ready to meet yours? The doors of the church are now opened..."

"Pastor ,we aint in the church....we in the rain...it's starting to rain...." said the Deacon.

"Yes...it is.....May the grace of our lord and savior be with you, cause they sho wasn't with this fella..Come on Deacon,let's get the hell out of here." he said.

Deacon Weatherford shrugged his shoulders....I held my head down....in both shame and embarrassment. This was the best I could do.....Angelita Rose hugged me. She had cleaned up well...She had on a nice form fitting Black dress that hugged her curves. She had her hair done and some make up and she came close to resembling the looker she had once been. Little Chloe
was dressed exactly like her mother and held on to her mothers hand as I led them to my car.

"Thank You Chess....Thanks for everything." she said.

"Angelita,I wish I could have done.....well better." I said.

She put her hand to my cheek-

'It's okay...he wasn't the best man...but he was a good father to this little girl..He did love one human being in this life and I guess for that,he deserved to have just a little dignity...I didn't want to see him buried in a potters field or carved up by medical students." she said.

I said nothing....

"You still play chess?" she asked.

"Yes, I do." I said.

"I remember when we were kids how proud your dad was of you and how he dragged you to all of those tournaments..." she said.

She had a good memory.

"I play too." she said.

"For real?"

"Yeah....I learned from my second baby's daddy...and he learned when he was in the joint."she said.

"Oh." I said.

"Maybe we'll play sometime" she said....

"Yeah,maybe" I said as we got in my car and I drove out of the cemetary... I hadn't noticed that
it was raining....hadn't noticed that it was unseasonably warm for a December day either.
I did however notice the rainbow and the beautiful mid day sky as I drove out though.


(For Little Willie)

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Home Cookin


"Mmmmmmmmm, Smells good, what's cooking?" asked Cherry as she walked in my kitchen and peeked at me preparing the aluminum trays and pans that would constitute our meal.


"Well, There's Turkey in that one....Ham with Pineapples in the middle, Macaroni & Cheese here,

Candied Sweet Potatoes here, Cornbread Stuffing in this tray and some Mustard Greens over there..." I said.


"Reed, YOU cooked all of this food?" she laughed, giving me the side eye.


"Yes....I'm a traveling musician and I'm a bachelor....Gots to know how to burn in the kitchen...I told you that I grew up in Patterson,New Jersey..but I was born in Portsmouth,Virginia....I come from cookin folks... My mama taught me and my brother how to cook...She said that just in case we didn't get married, we'd at least know to prepare ourselves a meal." I laughed.


"It was nice of you to invite me over to your place for an after Thanksgiving dinner." said Cherry.


"Yeah ,well, I thought you might be a little depressed and all and it bein Thanksgiving and all, I didn't think you should be by yourself." I replied as I placed each tray along the table with a ladle or tong as needed so that everyone could serve themselves.


"Is you new lady friend coming?" Cherry coyly asked.


"Debbie? , Yes she is...and she's bringing a friend along." I said.


"A friend? Male or female?" she asked.


" It's a guy..His name is Pete....He's a cook and he has his own catering business.." I said.


"What is this...the matchmakers game?" Cherry snarled.


"Relax...He didn't have a date and I told Debbie that you would be here and suggested that she bring Pete along." I said.


"I'm not a charity case Reed."she said.


"I know...but it would be odd for me to be sitting here with you and Debbie wouldn't it?" I said.


"Odd for you to be sitting with the woman you used to screw, as in just screwed two weeks ago and the woman you are screwing now ...isn't that more like it Reed?" she said, half joking and half serious.


I changed the subject. "Hey did you go down to Mabel's spot and put in a resume and a job application? I told her about you and she said she'd like to see you." I said.


"No,I didn't....but first thing Monday morning...I'll be dropping by." she said.


"How are you set for living, right now I mean?" I said.


"Chess gave me "88's "old apartment. Now that he's living with Mabel, it doesn't look like he'll need it." she said.


"Good...Heres a couple of dollars to hold you until you start working and get on your feet." I said as I peeled off a couple of twenties from my wallet and passed to her.


'Damn Reed, you've been like my guardian angel ever since I came back to Philly...If you wasn't such a square...I'd give you some right about now." she laughed.
"Well......Nobody's here yet." I said quietly.
"Hmmmmmm..." she cooed as she pondered the idea of slipping off into my bedroom...I pondered it myself....but just then. the doorbell rang. It was Debbie and Pete....
I went to the door and let them in...
"Hey, what's going on everybody?" I said as Debbie and her friend Pete came in. Debbie gave me a big long and juicy kiss....She knew Cherry was here as my guest and she knew our history..she was marking her territory.....I found the whole thing amusing.


"Pete...This is Reed Nelson, the band leader and trumpet player extroidinare down at Josies." said Debbie as I shook Pete's hand. He was about my height, a little stockier than I, with brown skin and a nice white perfect tooth smile...He seemed like a nice enough fella.
"Heard a lot about you Reed...I'll have to come down to Josie's and check you out." he said.


"Where are my manners? Debbie, this is my friend Cherry, Cherry, this is Debbie." I said sheepishly.

They both said hello in that catty way that women do when one realizes she's looking at the present and the other realizes they are looking at the past...They were cordial, but kind of stand offish.

"Cherry, this is Pete, Pete, this is Cherry." I said, feeling like a pimp. Cherry was right..this move was kind of undignified...She certainly had the looks to attract a guy had she of chosen to bring one to my little shindig.
Pete was definitely interested...He couldn't keep his eyes off of her and to my ease...Pete made himself at home... The two of them engaged in small talk the entire afternoon. We sat at the table and devoured the good hot food I had prepared. Pete had brought a bottle of champaigne.

"That's for the ladies....I hope you like Corona brother..I brought a six pack for us." he laughed and nudged me... I liked Pete already.
Cherry at first appeared to only tolerate him, but eventually she began to warm to him and laugh at his jokes..Debbie had brought Ice Cream and cherries and we drank Champaigne and Beer and ate Ice cream and bing cherries after dinner and listened to my latest CD....

I really felt at ease....I kept running my hands down Debbie's back...She smiled and gave me a little peck on the cheek...I squeezed her hips a little...Ran my hands over that firm butt of hers.. She winced....
"Reed..stop it..ouuuu..." she whispered. I just laughed. She rubbed my crotch
and then looked at me and smiled....I kissed her and rubbed her breast a little.
"Ooou, stop it Reed...before something happens." she whispered softly....
"I want something to happen " I said.
"We can't....not now....there are other people in the apartment." she said.
"Yeah?, Where are they?" I asked.

Cherry had asked to be excused to go to the ladies room a few minutes ago and Pete had been in the kitchen... I had been fooling around with Debbie on the couch and hadn't noticed that neither one of them had been seen for close to thirty minutes...I took my left index finger and put it to my mouth,motioning for Debbie to be quiet...I tiptoed down the corrider to where my room was..The door was slightly cracked....
There on my bed was Pete and Cherry...His pants were down and she was stroking his penis softly...Her panties were down around her ankles and Pete had his hand up her dress...I didn't need to see much more...I tip toed back down the hall way to the living room laughing to myself..

"Reed, where they at?" asked Debbie. I didn't answer..I straddled her and began french kissing her...slowly, hungrily....then I came up for air -
"Don't worry about them..they are..uh..getting to know each other."I said.
"What? They just met...She don't waste much time do she." said Debbie.
"And neither does your friend." I laughed as I put my hand up Debbie's dress and eased her panties down around her ankles and began kissing her some more on the couch...
"Ouuuu,Ohhhhh..ahhhhh Reed,you are so nasty....ohhhhhhh..." she moaned.
"Ohhhhh...ouuuuuuuu...and neither..ohhhhhh...do you,ouuuuuuu...." she moaned...as I mounted her...
"Ohhhhhh Reed.....Ohhhhhh.." she moaned as I entered her, moving her dress
up and commenced to the equivalent of a high school sexual encounter...We moved in a determined and slow rhythem that was nothing like high school....
with the excitement of getting caught making us that much more excited...
I grabbed Debbie's hips and really began to stroke her...I had to take my other
hand and put it over her mouth to quiet her....
We both came in an explosion of passion....From my bedroom ,I could hear Pete
moaning -"Oh my god...oh my godd...ohhhhhh..ahhhhhhhhh..." Debbie and I
both looked at each other and smiled.

Two days later, I was sitting in Mabel's spot having a tumbler of coffee when Cherry walked in.
'Hey Reed..I came with the resume and the application...Is Miz Mabel around?" she said.

I pointed to the corner office... "She's in there." I said.
"Hey Reed...I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me..I really enjoyed myself at your place the other night." she said.

"I know you did." I laughed.
"What? What do you mean by that?" she said ,laughing while she said it.

"Nothing...Nothing at all." I said ,also laughing...