Tell the band to play the blues
something i can cry along too
no need for silly conversation
theres a feeling im trying to lose
and i know the world knows how i feel
i can see it in thier smiles
my life can be written
on plywood and dirty bathroom tile
This poem goes thru you like punching
a hole in wall with a sledgehammer.
Brillant imagery of the nightlife.
keep writing - Keep the faith.