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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

A Poem by Louis Marvin

Cuthburt Spinetingler

The bartender was an older gentleman, and he liked to play Sinatra and “rat pack” era stuff.

“My mother made me promise on her dying bed, that I can’t change my name, ever.”

“Yea?  So what is it?”

“Cuthburt Spinetingler.”

The old man laughed turned to smiling and wiping the glass he had.

“Like some kind of chiller name, or a writer of detective novels, or maybe some musical name?”

“No, she said it had intrigue.  Maybe could attract the ladies, maybe bring me to great things.”

“Here you are though, talking to me and listening to Bobby Darin at 2:28 a.m. in the morn’.”

“Maybe if you was in porno, and it was closer to the 70’s, the girls would think of Burt Reynolds and Spinetingler speaks for itself.”
“Burt Spinetingler.  Pleaser of ladies, rough on the tough guys.”

“Never get married though.”

“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Spinetingler.  You may now kiss and tingle.”

“Dear please, I have to tinkle.”

“Did you say tingle?”


He poured the man another tequila and popped another Rolling Rock.

“This one’s on the house Tinkler.”

“Speaking of that, be right back.”

The barkeep watched him head to the john.  He chuckled under his breath and wiped the bar.

Louis Marvin-Louis was a copper crusher foreman in Globe, AZ.  Marvin was a Reynold’s Metals supervisor in Phoenix, Arizona.
Louis Marvin read a poem where the rock band, The Gin Blossoms played in Tempe, Arizona.
Born in Burbank, raised hell in Phoenix after Waylon, and is with Chinese girls on Pacific Island., had a failed relationship with who wants him crucified, and is friend/colleague with

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