Posts Tagged ‘Robert E. Lee’


the new cashier is pushing sixty / I like her grey ponytail

I like the way she took my order / she put a breeze in my old sail

Robert E. Lee is at Mickey D’s / do they take Confederate quarters?

the new cashier looks a little nervous / “sir, can I take your order?”

I fill my cup at the soda pop dispenser / I’m waiting on my number one meal

I really like the new cashier / I like the way she makes me feel

Robert E. Lee is at Mickey D’s / do they take Confederate nickles?

the new cashier wonders if he’s joking / “I’ll have a Whopper hon, no pickles”

I’m not tired of Big Macs yet / I’m tired of on-line dating

rode a bus down here for lunch / back home no one’s waiting

Robert E. Lee draws his sword / on my new cashier

I’m guessing that Confederate money / is not welcome here

I go over and I kick Bob’s ass / then I ask Marie for a date

that’s her name according to her name badge / she says “a date sounds great”

Robert E. Lee is leaving Mickey D’s / he’s taking a ride with the cops

the new cashier quits her new job / and she joins me at the bus stop

copyright G.A. Miller

Blues of a Civil War Buff

I pretend to be listening / as she speaks of some guy who dumped  ‘er

I’m actually back in history / at a place they call Fort Sumter

Eleanor, sweet  Eleanor / won’t you please quit slamming doors

my mind tends to wander / I’ve got battles to ponder / I love that Civil War

the CD player her late husband gave her / is cranking out some Laura Nyro

myself, I’m into documentaries / old Ken Burns is my hero

Eleanor, sweet Eleanor / please don’t throw stuff no more

my mind tends to wander / it’s way over yonder / I love that Civil War

and then she says  “where the hell are you now?” / once again, I feel like a jerk

when you are a Civil War Buff / relationships do not work

Eleanor, sweet Eleanor / Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor

my mind tends to wander / my paycheck’s been squandered / at Barnes and Noble Bookstore

you’ve got your blue, you’ve got your grey / U.S. Grant and Robert E. Lee

she gets up and packs a suitcase like / she is pointing a cannon at me

Eleanor, Sweet Eleanor / yes I know I also snore

my mind tends to wander / I’m a real no responder

I’ll always love that Civil War

copyright – G.A. Miller

photo by Lizzie Miller