the blues
the washed-out, sun dried
never going home again blues
with 12 bars and split nails
evaporating spit and dusty wrinkles
pistol whipped and gun shy
hair pulled into a bun and double-pinned
roadside diner, sunny side down
never coming up again blues
last stop, blood stained eyes
and cracked concrete, wrinkled median
bloated knuckles and grindstone
Labels: Fred
8/22/2007 08:33:00 PM