FOURTEENTH STREET BLUES ~BY PHILIP BARTRAM
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.
I step into the favourite part of my day, coffee time! Black, no sugar, wake-me-up sips swirling into my tired mind
In secret, hearts beat as one,
Longing to be together, under the sun.
Will you catch my tears when they fall?
Capture a trapped memory, leaking
She tended to his wounds with gentle care,
A love so strong, yet forbidden to share.
The moon notices a sunflower every day,
watching only the sun.
In the countenance of unlocked winds,
The moth-sustained night withers, and
Chicago, turning from drowsiness,
Across the distance, my heart remains,
Forever tied to yours, through joy and pains.
Don’t lock me in wedlock, I want
marriage, an
encounter —