Lovers’ Lane
Johnny drove in with a guitar last night
In a bruised, beat-up Buick
But dressed like a dynamite
He tried selling his heart
To the girls on Easy Street
They said, Hey Johnny, the heart is so cheap
And from the shadows, came a girl’s voice
She said, Johnny, it is providence
Sometimes love dont make any sense
Johnny called out to the girl,
Hey Jane, tell me what’s your name.
What are you doing on this shanty lane.
Come with me to paradise, under a sun so bright
I will strum my guitar, it will be all right
No Johnny, she said, I want to make easy money tonight
Like a cool Romeo Johnny made his move
And like a late Juliet with nothing to lose
She said, Johnny I have some love you can use
But the pimps called him a cheater
Swung their axes and called him a liar
And beat him black and blue in the corner
Johnny woke up damp with sweat
Jane was gone, he lost his bet
Picked up his guitar, and felt no regret
With bruised arms, and broken rhythm
He played a melody he’s always known
Goodbye Jane, I will meet you again
Tomorrow in the Lovers’ Lane
For some reason reading your Jane and all reminds me of Tracy Chapman’s “fast car” …no connection but still connects..
1Lady Jane say’s me no care
2Johnny Let’s do another dare
Looks like life ain’t easy in the Easy Lane of Fast Lane -
neaaaaaaat one VT - take care :)))))))
Cool, cool poem! It rocks like the guitar.
3all I can say is …wow !
4There is a guitar rhythm in the poem….liked it…PGR
5awesome! q:
6The melody lingers as he awaits Jane. Love doesn’t make sense except to those who love and those who receive it with their hearts!
7The melody lingers as he awaits Jane. Love doesn’t make any sense except to those who love and the ones who receive it in their hearts!
8going down under is doing wonders to my pal’s writing. may your tribe increase. nobody could have written is so beautifully but u vt. like dk says, totally floored.
9Yeah, I can hear the guitar and hear the mmmmuahs….see you in lover’s lane
10A nice poem with bitter realities of life, VT.
11That’s a charming poem VT:-) Hey Jane, what’s your name …Reminded me of Dharmendra … Tumhara naam kya hai Basanti?:-) On a serious note, many men fantasise about playing the role of saviour , don’t they ? Keechad me kamal ko pehchana vagera, vagera. Does anyone actually do it? Even if they do, can they persist with the divine love with the so called fallen woman? I wonder !There goes preachy old me..can’t help it aadat se majboor hoon:-)
12floored VT, floored! i hear the melody from the Lover’s Lane!
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