I REMBER BETHANY
By the Piano Man
I don’t think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor.
The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you might describe her as ‘perky’ and hardworking and you’ve seen a thousand like her every four years when the media descend on Iowa for the Primaries. Her limbs were long and her waist was slim; small, high breasts, ample hips and a nice round butt completed the picture. Straight, black hair hung to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She showed her Welsh ancestry in her porcelain skin which freckled in the sun and her cornflower blue eyes. I used to think she looked like Jackie Kennedy (yeah, I’m that old) or maybe Audrey Hepburn but now I think she looked like Juliette Binoche (who was probably about 11 then).
By the Piano Man
I don’t think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor.
The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you might describe her as ‘perky’ and hardworking and you’ve seen a thousand like her every four years when the media descend on Iowa for the Primaries. Her limbs were long and her waist was slim; small, high breasts, ample hips and a nice round butt completed the picture. Straight, black hair hung to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She showed her Welsh ancestry in her porcelain skin which freckled in the sun and her cornflower blue eyes. I used to think she looked like Jackie Kennedy (yeah, I’m that old) or maybe Audrey Hepburn but now I think she looked like Juliette Binoche (who was probably about 11 then).