Denis Quaid dreamt me last night
He intersected my pilgrim’s path
Swooned me Meg Ryan style
Thought it was the right path to take
Clearly had his hopeful hat on
It didn’t matter what he was thinking
Boys don’t think like girls do
Hopeful that ‘When Harry met Sally’
He could have what she had
In that motel room on the Camino
It didn’t go down like that
The only going down was that Path
Carrying some Denis Quaid charm
And a brief moment of motorcycle
Roar with possibility and leather
There were some tears and tender
Confessions of loss, lonely and sad
A grassy huddle cuddle on the side
Even a whisper of love in the wanting
It was never gonna work me and Denis
I dreamt him left at the fork
I went right exactly as planned
My path widened and song birds sang
The grass was Spring flowers blooming
I smelt my mother’s breath a the creek side
Denis Quaid dreamt me last night
He was his young cute self
It was nice to share a moment
With another traveler walking
finding their way to themself
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 