Between KY and TN        [Part 1 of my Bluegrass trilogy]

 

A poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Structure Scheme:  Accent points align for verses 1, 4, 7, and for 2, 6, 8, and for 3, 5 and 9.

The house boat scene on a Kentucky lake is a wonderful thing.

 

Please read along to the Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

I’m sure, if the god Apollo,

 

Desired some Earthly recreation.

 

He’d choose the great lake Dale Hollow.

 

Where fishing is the best in the nation.

 

Hanging out with his Uncle Neptune.

 

Who’s at home on a lake or the sea.

 

On a house boat with a little pontoon.

 

Between Kentucky and Tennessee.

 

 

In line at the drive thru at Hutchins BBQ, rocking my earX-tacy bumper sticker from the famous record store in the East End of Louisville, KY.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

But one wears tangerine,

 

While the other wears blue.

 

That’s when things can get outta hand.

 

It’s an uncommon scene,

 

Cause the worst college feud,

 

Is fought down in Dixie Land,

 

Between Kentucky and Tennessee.

 

 

 

 

 

VERSE 3

 

But these gods of the old Roman Empire,

 

Share a passion for fishing and for song.

 

So their differences aren’t all that dire.

 

In the evening time they get along.

 

To quote the ladies: “I do declare”.

 

As metal bands lay down the mayhem.     [Note: check out VanKale's "Nevermore"]

 

Yeah, the beauties can’t stay off of the dance floor.

 

Where...they all head bang with a youthful flair,

 

And when Black Stone Cherry tops the program,       [check out "Me and Mary Jane"]

 

Even ancients wanna party and score.

 

And between each set, they have just as much fun

 

In downtown Louisville, KY with friend Steve Martin after taking in Heaven Hill Distillery's Evan Williams Bourbon Experience on Main Street, which included a cool bourbon tasting session.

Watchin’ games from Knoxville, Nashville, or Lexington.

 

They know the best of the S.E.C.,

 

Are in Kentucky and Tennessee.

 

 

 

VERSE 4

 

From Louisville south to Lynchburg,

 

That’s where the world gets its bourbon supply.

 

With help from folks in Lawrenceburg,

 

This poet’s craftin’ wheat whiskey, and rye.

 

Cause the world yearns for more libations,

 

For a delicious way to medicate.

Good friend Steve Martin after the bourbon tasting session at Heaven Hill Distillery's Evan Williams Bourbon Experience on Main Street in Louisville, KY, which, while not a full on distillery of fine spirits, was still pretty darn cool, and concluded with a bourbon tasting session which rivals that of the Jim Beam Urban Stillhouse on Fourth Street.

 

Making whiskey is an obligation

 

Of both the Bluegrass and Volunteer States.

 

 

 

 

 

VERSE 5

 

Now the way I’ll craft booze that you’ll savor,

 

Is by sending the barrels on a trip.

 

Like a cruise liner tour, but for flavor,

 

On a barge or a sea going ship.

 

And when my whiskey returns to shore,

 

The worst of the batch goes in plastic.

 

But it’s classy decanters for the good stuff.

 

On...to the top shelf at a liquor store.

 

And when whiskey critics say it’s fantastic,

 

Niney thousand barrels won’t be enough.

A delicious cocktail of Strawberry Rye Whiskey by Pennington's of Nashville, Tennessee, with some fine Big K Ginger Ale from Kroger, enjoyed at a July 4th Party in St. Matthews, KY.

 

With increased demand, it would be no disgrace.

 

Selling off my brand to Jack Beam or Bison Trace.

 

Then I’d retire to my poetry,

 

Down in Kentucky or Tennessee.

 

 

 

VERSE 6

 

Go on, throw back a bourbon,

 

Or a Southern cocktail.

 

Like a mint julep every May.

 

If your life is more urban,

 

In your mind’s eye set sail,

 

To where spirits learn to play:

 

Between Kentucky and Tennessee.

 

 

VERSE 7

 

I stood at the pawn shop doorway

Here's the giant smokers behind the McKinney barbeque joint, where the magic is done.

 

Fighting off a craving, when the North Wind,

 

Brought smoke to signal the sure way,

 

To put my hunger to an end.

 

But my cash went for gas to get home.

 

So I asked if my meal could be free.

 

And in return maybe I’d pen a poem.

 

About Kentucky and Tennessee.

 

 

 

VERSE 8

 

So I picked up a platter,

 

After getting in queue,

 

Grabbed a knife and fork, and a plate.

 

What I chose doesn’t matter,

 

No, Cause the best barbecue,

 

Is found in The Lone Star State,

 

Between Kentucky and Tennessee.

 

 

VERSE 9

 

Then a babe from the South End informs me.

 

Of a place they call Moonlite Bar-B-Q.

 

While usually too good for mixing, Paula and were using Woodford Reserve Distiller's Select bourbon whisky and Canada Dry Ginger Ale.

Seems the specialty there isn’t only,

 

Serving ribs, cause they like to smoke ewes.

 

Baaaaaa!

 

But if she’s buyin’, you can’t decline.

 

A lesson I learned from a biker.

 

One that even applies to mutton barbecue.

 

Don’t…tell your sweet thang that she’s lost her mind.

 

Cause it’s not that easy, finding one like her.

 

One with so much in common with you.

 

Now if she resides in a beautiful state,

 

Better save some travel money, and get in shape.

 

And if that love doesn’t disapate,

 

You’re in Kentucky or Tennessee.

 

 

THE END

 

Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2016.  All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sign for Hutchins BBQ and Catfish resturaunt, as seen from Tennessee Street in McKinney, TX.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An adult beverage made of Black Velvet Canadian whiskey, their Toasted Caramel flavor infused variety, with ice and water too, in a classy Gentleman Jack glass by the Jack Daniels folks down in Tennessee.

 

 

 

Photo of a bourbon cocktail made with Old Overhold Straight Rye Whiskey along with White Rock Ginger Ale.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A favorite cocktail of Old Crow Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey and Walmart's Great Value Ginger Ale.

 

An assortment of candles with fragrances of various Jim Beam brand bourbons and liquors, including Honey, Maple, and Ghost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A favorite cocktail of W.L. Weller Kentucky Straight Wheated Bourbon Whiskey by The Buffalo Trace Distillery and White Rock Ginger Ale, mixed in my Kentucky Derby mint julep glass made for the 136th running of the Churchill Downs classic held every May in the South End of Louisville.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keywords: Poems about Roman Deities, Barbeque poetry, the SEC conference, UT-Knoxville, Vanderbilt University, the UK Lexington, Poems about the Bluegrass State, distilling bourbon whisky from Jefferson County KY down to Moore County TN.