I hear Tony Bennett and Bonnie Raitt
sing “I got right to sing the blues”
that is the way it is, hurry up and wait
yeah we all paid our dues
little things that don't go away
thoughts meander and betray
they linger and harp inside of the head
they quibble and jiggle while we lie in bed
and we shudder
over sins
like aged whispering poets
until the journey begins
roaming
reasoning
blind man
seeking
a key hole
for
peaking
the lyrical moments, why don't the good times last
they wither elusive, all pretty dreams wasting in the past
into a prickly prose,
heart beating like crimson rose
time spent on the last night
I close the shades to the moons light
rain washed gray in the sky
I am not crying , I got a drop in my eye
so surrender and try to remember the little things
take the good with the bad no matter how bad it stings