Mendocino Wine

We danced lightly through time
in a tightly choreographed Utopia,
until it fell apart
in a heap of photographs and memories
of a life stained with lost love
and Mendocino wine.

I made her happy once,
but the sun went down on that romance
and left me wallowing
in the muck of deep despair.

Hoping for a change of luck
and some kind of distraction
to sooth my heart,
broken and wracked with pain,
I hopped in my royal blue El Camino
and headed east toward Reno
without taking a backward glance.

Amid the ruck of losers
at the glitzy Eldorado Casino,
I struck gold
when a lovely Angeleno lass
sat down beside me for a game of keno
and relief from the bruises of betrayal.

We hit it off right away
and went out for a cup of cappuccino,
before heading west
to celebrate a fresh start
with a glass of Mendocino wine.