Country Sound
Part 2 of Summer in Hell
Jessie wore dresses and Mama's pearls
Smiled real pretty Sundays up in the pews
She led a simple life
No husband or kids
God bless those that did
Jessie couldn't handle a man or child
She was more than enough
Drank her share of spiked ice tea, always pink, dainty, and real classy with a shot of vodka , poured for two bad asses
On Granddaddy's porch they would gossip and read, faux members of book clubs, hated all the snobby reads, hot and steamy, just like she and sis liked em'
One day Jessie got some bad news
She always had a short fuse
No surprise she became TNT
There wasn't a day she didn't have her other half by her side
Peas in a pod
Mac to her cheese
They were supposed to ring in Baby's 21st, Vegas with style
No party, strippers, or balloons
Only black for days it seemed
Jessie knew it was wrong to ghost
it hurt like hell
when all you had left was a stupid note followed by the wind
The pain refused to leave
Baby had to understand
Jessie grabbed a guitar and headed for the Boulevard
Outside of Laredo, Texas
Suddenly the population and familiarity of 22 people was far too great
Dollars and coins determined her fate
Nashville taught her the sound of the country
Louisiana had a different beat
Violins could wail like her Lucy down in New Orleans
Mardi Gras was a blur
Jessie spent it between sheets and surrounded by lights on stage
Tennessee where would she be without the junkbox and whiskey
Jessie worried she might have a little problem with the bottle, so she took flight, gone again
Miles away from everything that could make her shed the tears she had yet to shed
Alabama she was a peach, flirted, and ran, no one could get close, not ever again
It was in a little blues bar in Savannah
That turned her into a woman
Being the baby sis
Jessie never quite grew up
The drummer was a kid half her age
Mulatto, Jett answered with with a smile and shrug
when Jessie asked about the grey of his eyes, against the rich brown of his skin
he said it as if that answered everything, maybe it did
They continued to hang out, Jett invited her on tour
One day while loading the tour bus he said: hey have you seen the stars
Jett continued his brand of crazy: Don't you know, they're wherever you are, you're a star and that ain't no lie. We should date
A 25 year old kid closer to her nieces age thought they should date
She should call Baby, and ask for forgiveness
But for years she had an older sister
Jessie knew Baby's mother wouldn't approve
Sis named her child Baby so she'd always be treated as precious
At the time Jessie was too broken to find hope in
Funny how Jessie managed to actually have a band, now that Sis was gone,
and no longer suggesting, music was the life for her
Jessie decided to settle down in Nashville
Jett was here among the sounds of country and something told her she'd pull through
Every night up on stage
The sounds of country
She played
Georgia taught her well
How to sing the blues
How to make Lucy wail
Just another country girl
Singing another country song
About the girl who left
Cancer
The news came too late
Death sealed her sister's fate
Jessie felt cheated
They had more years
Gone at 50
She was her best friend
Jessie sang loud with tears
Who told you to go
There are so many things I still don't know
How do I move on?
Listen up there to the sound of the country
Nashville
Kentucky
Louisiana
Alabama
Georgia
New Orleans
Sis this ones for you
Singin the songs they said
wasn't for us, you always said play the banjo and do the ho-down if you want
Look at my now hope you're proud perched up on those clouds
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Jordan Sky Daniels
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Flower child
I rise with the moon
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