Scrambled Mpegs

Scrambled Mpegs

 

The Netflix guy 

and the Paramount Plus-sized girl

two folks on the lookout

for what their lives were missing

met in a chat room 

dedicated to silent film stars.

 

Bill and Mabel

agreed to meet the following day.

 

The local rock band was dying 

and it sounded like 

the storming of the century. 

Yet, sweet promises persisted

somewhere on that island

in the North Atlantic.

In that hard-to-find place called ”Waldo’s”

a girl-vision in teenaged jeans

and a roll top shirt  - Descended

upon the lamentably tacky crowd

and brought silence to the bistro.

 

Wherein gathered:

 

The white-haired old barkeep

reading a magazine at the bar.

 

The over endowed dowager 

in her ritzy sable stole

you wished would come alive 

and bite her…

nose

 

The trucker with his semi 

he called the “Highway Collider”

and his gun named “The Nightrider”

 

Then there was the “Vision!”

 

In her low-cut blue jeans 

whose partially bare cheeks

were as sweet as they seemed.

 

Almost immediately

she was being selectively bewildered

by the religious freak 

and his dizzying sermons

while she endured his needy stare.

 

The blue eyed belle on the sofa

was looking to whip-tame that preacher

with the wicked wandering eyes.

 

There amongst it all stood a stranger

 

and his name was “Bill.”

He stood five foot ten and weighed 245

He was built like a fire hydrant

Or was it the “ Michelin Man”

Either way, no one was impressed.

Bill made his way to a table for two 

and waited for Mabel to arrive.

 

Obviously in a ploy for recognition

Mable was 45 minutes late

by which time Bill was on 

his third glass of water

and had gone to the Men’s.

Poor Mable in all her stockiness

waited anxiously.

 

By the time Bill returned

the blue-eyed belle 

had corralled the laic preacher

who was whispering prayers skyward.

 

The “Vision” was now entangled 

with the trucker, who wanted

to take her for a ride

but she had refused.

 

The dowager sat silently sipping

on her wine-cooler observing it all.

 

Bill had found Mabel and they were

about to request their favorite tune

from the band that were, sadly 

breaking for fifteen.

 

The “Vision” and the trucker 

were now, shouting at one another.

 

The white-haired barkeep

was telling them to quiet down.

 

The trucker reached for his gun.

Bill rushed to rescue the “Vision”

but fell down and was held at gunpoint

by the trucker who was on top of Bill.

 

Mabel grabbed the bottle of wine 

her and Bill were sharing.

She hit the trucker on the head

and knocked him out.

 

The police arrived 

and arrested the trucker.

They took the “Vision” with them to HQ

supposedly for questioning.

The blue-eyed belle 

dragged the preacher home with her.

The band missed it all.

The dowager and the barkeep 

began snuggling on the sofa.

 

Bill and Mabel entered his beat up pick-up

and drove away into the setting Sun.

 

        -THE END-