The Blues
Writing words from the heart
When to stop, Where to start
Emotions swirling, Running free
Perfect memory, encompass me
Memories of future, play strong and loud
the cast iron gaze, the noisy crowd
Smokey bar, sad blues singer
Whisky jar, thoughts that linger
Alcohol mixed with beating heart,
Don't stop now or won't restart
Yearning numbness, stop the pain
Until the next soul crushing refrain
Hand me another, keep the flow coming
Gritty melodies, microphone humming
Heart on sleeve, he sings his love-song
Rhythm slow, meaning long
Chords make love to the sticky air
Piercing eyes, promising stare
Lights get dimmer, midnight is here
One last verse, hearts to steer
Packs up words, until the next gig
Money jar empty, ideas big
Walks through town, streetlights glow
Down back alleys, where no-one goes
Armed with the notes of smokey blues song,
Alive and yet raw, sensitive, yet strong
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