Joe Dawson

When boy meets girl

Notice of absence from Joe Dawson
Hi, I'm joining a new band and in preparation for better times there is work to do which will keep me occupied for some time. Can't say when I'll be back, but I hope I will. In the meantime, stay safe and well. Fondest wishes. Joe

If I had to lay hand on a truth I think I might choose

'A girl in every port' so said of the sailor and yet equally

True of so many occupations in which travel and distance

Play their part.


I am not advocating free love here I'm simply pointing

To a truth. As a musician I found that 'moving with the

Music' so to speak moved me from town to town and

Thus from girl to girl for a while.


So, did I have a girl in every port? Well, writing now as a

Totally outrageous poet I guess I did and must admit finding

Myself '24 hours from Tulsa' on more than one occasion.


And the reason or at least the one that satisfied me at the

Time, was that love is universal and no matter where you go,

No matter where you hide, love will find you and all the rules

In the world, all the indignation and all the tut-tutting will

Have little or no sway over what happens when boy meets girl.


Real love? Ah, now, that's quite another matter.


©Joseph G Dawson




  • Fay Slimm.

    Ha - Joe tis true that love is universal and although you assure us that the verse is totally made up it takes the reader into the world of entertainment where travel brings many a one-night stand with perhaps regrets that the gig last for only a very short time in one place - - real love has no chance under these circumstances - love the sparks of humour in this sad tale of boy meeting girl but to say quick goodbyes in the morning. A really beguiling read.

    • Joe Dawson

      Ah, you see it for what it is dear Fay, love on the run, snatched love, love where love may be had, transient love, comfort in the arms of darkness, a darkness known only to those who walk this path. It is a hungry love but at the same time a love that cannot be satisfied when much wants more and more stands waiting and thus a carousel of love evolves, a dizzying roundabout from which it becomes difficult to step off - loneliness is a hunger and love is a food.

      It is difficult to speak openly of what it's like to come down from a high to nothing and thus the bright light of love become incredibly appealing if not irresistible and the choices many. Thanks Fay, you hit it on the head. Joe

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write and it could happen but as you say true love is another matter, one that really matters.

      • Joe Dawson

        The masks of love hard to define, is she yours or is she mine? Many thanks, Joe

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