Heartbreakers

Can you hear the soul of it, the silky sound that haunts your mind? And takes you to a film noir with words that cry of pining hearts?… Of love betrayed, or kisses spurned, returning to a shaded past Notes that echo through the night, with salty tears that will not hide The sultry voice that sings the blues will walk you through the foggy mist And break your heart with bitterness Somewhere, there’s a lonely song, about the man who got away She drinks the words as if alone, dressed in satin, red lips croon Who does she sing to? Who are those strangers in the room? The scent of whiskey in the gloom, they drink it straight, in black and gray The music fills the void with tunes, it rises above the grim despair It mingles with the nicotine, that circles in the midnight air Somewhere is a saxophone, and a sobbing clarinet She’s tearing words from limb to limb The room is dim…but it’s not for them The smokey sounds that fill the air Shots of whiskey....another pair Heads held low, hidden faces A place where troubled souls Find words in old songs To tell their stories About deep sorrows About deep regret Doesn't matter if anyone is listening It's just enough to have them sung Even long after the tears had dried After they leave this place All alone in some lonely space Haunting melody inside a pounding head Someone still cries The blues in the night ................................................................................................................................... In Honor of Michael Falotico's Contest "A Cry Still Heard"