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still paying my dues
If I had my way I'd go to see Buddy Guy play guitar
but he ain't playing no gigs at my favorite bar
got some whiskey drinking blues
damn, if I ain't still paying my dues
got caught in the storm
as I head back to the shotgun shack at least it is warm
so, I enjoyed the rain
though passing
with my pain
it lingers
and took a big bite of my brain
where Main intersects Hi-way #34
I hear the thunder and the roar
broken down storefront with dead neon night
a car speeds to make the light
hits a puddle near the sidewalk
interrupts my inner talk
and water splashes up on my shoes
this adds to the grays and the blues
with more water up to my face
I guess I know my place
better pick up my pace
thankfully this day is almost done
New Jersey and I wonder what will become of Autumn
I hope these commuters find meaning in the ashes to ashes, and the dust to dust
because, I have little patience for them anymore, and even less trust
mrpoofs is right
I had to read it with Attitude.
When someone writes something
A person reading may not know the cadence.
When I read my poems
I know how to read them.
But that can change too.
The cadence can change in my poems
Which you poets already know
Because it can change in yours
Also.
KS
Dude. this is awesome. Make
Dude. this is awesome. Make this a blues song and why would pay so much money for it.