The Story Behind: Country Poem #10 Angel On My Soulder

This was an actual occurance. As a cab driver in Red Bank, NJ late one night I picked up a very attractive auburn haired woman. She had eyes that looked into your soul. Some of the mysterious things that she talked about led me to believe she knew a lot about the occult, the supernatural, etc.
I was taken by her beauty and intrigued by her conversation. When she told me there was an angel on my shoulder, someone that I knew, my mind raced as I listened, to see if I could come up with just who the angel is. To this day I can't figure out who it might be.
So, like a teenager faced with a chance encounter with a centerfold, I froze. I didn't say much because I figured there was nothing I could do to impress her enough for it to get me anywhere. There have been similar experiences that I've had in my life. Not always concerning love, but in other areas, where I just assumed that I was just not good enough to be in the same company of someone I wanted to be like. Or be with.

Country Poem #10: Angel On My Shoulder

Angel On My Shoulder
©1996 by Dean A. Ceran
I found this woman at the bar late one Friday night
For me she was so perfect, a goddess for man's delight
She was traveling to a strange place just a mile from the beach
And on the trip she kept herself way past my arm's reach
Although I'd love to hold her, what she told me held me instead
"There's an angel on your shoulder and you're not listening to what she's said"
The answer that I gave her shows I just haven't got the knack
"That's because I'm too busy feeding these bananas to the monkey on my back!"
The beauty in this woman really showed up in her eyes
As she laughed so heartily at my pitiful replies
"You really should be listening, the angel's gotten all upset"
Whether a woman or an angel, there's just things I do not get
"Just why should I be listening, I know I'd get nowhere"
But deep inside me I was feeling lust, as I just drove, and stared
Although I'd love to hold her, what she told me held me instead
"There's an angel on your shoulder and you're not listening to what she's said"
The answer that I gave her shows I just haven't got the knack
"That's because I'm too busy feeding these bananas to the monkey on my back!"
The one thing that came over me as I left her at the house
You didn't get her phone number! I felt like such a louse!
"The angel really loves you", she said, "It's some one you knew well."
Those words ran through me as she left me, that lovely auburn belle
Although I'd love to hold her, what she told me held me instead
"There's an angel on your shoulder and you're not listening to what she's said"
The answer that I gave her shows I just haven't got the knack
"That's because I'm too busy feeding these bananas to the monkey on my back!"