{"id":1204,"date":"2010-11-26T21:28:35","date_gmt":"2010-11-27T02:28:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davious.org\/now\/?p=1204"},"modified":"2024-12-18T17:34:23","modified_gmt":"2024-12-18T22:34:23","slug":"ode-to-the-blue-eyes-in-the-pickup-truck","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/2010\/11\/ode-to-the-blue-eyes-in-the-pickup-truck\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode to the Blue Eyes in the Pickup Truck"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\">There I was\n a homeless man on a trek\n to the pizza shop\n my only care in the world\n waiting at the intersection\nYou pulled up\n passenger in a pickup truck\n in your beauty\n and your bright, blue eyes\nAm I worthy enough for a smile?\n and you gave me a smile\n and though it was the day after Thanksgiving\n it suddenly felt like Christmas\n and the snow seemed to be\n blowing around\n touching my nose and eyelashes\n and I could see you in a bonnet\n with the wind rushing through your skirts\nWe must have been lovers once\n some kinda sisterly lovers\n warm underneath the blankets in our childhood\n but for you, your bed is the bed of a redneck\nAnd I\u2019ll never understand you\nAnd yet you belong on that prairie\n with the unforgiving North Dakota winds\n foreboding a hard winter\nAnd I\u2019ll never understand you\n with your hard, closed\u2013minded man\n who don\u2019t understand you\n You, wearing your red, fading handkerchief\n  whose red never fades\nYou, some kinda Josephine\n kidnapped from an aristocrat\u2019s ball\n taken to some backwoods, backwards boonies\n where you are the only thing\n between hard\u2013living and beauty\nAnd I\u2019ll never understand you\n though I\u2019m the only one who\u2019d care to<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There I was a homeless man on a trek to the pizza shop my only care in the world waiting at the intersection You pulled up passenger in a pickup truck in your beauty and your bright, blue eyes Am I worthy enough for a smile? and you gave me a smile and though it [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[35],"class_list":["post-1204","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-red-with-flowers-book"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1204","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1204"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1204\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3602,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1204\/revisions\/3602"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1204"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1204"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davious.org\/now\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1204"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}