A Man Who Sang the Blues

I once heard a man who played the blues, Whose voice told of unhappy news His old lady left him at heartache hotel. Hit the bottle to forget her womanly smell Played his guitar with sunken eyes, Strummed the chords that told of goodbyes From within him a beautiful song arose, But it was around him that a quiet crowd arose They listened to every word he sang, And heard the strings when they rang No one dared to make a sound The woes of his lost love filled the air around They all loved him for what he wrote A brokenhearted poem with a musical note And there were only two who hated the song The man, and the woman he had sung of all along She stood in the back and saw those who listened People with tears in their eyes that glistened And although she was deep within the crowd, Her only company was the voice of the blues, heard so loud Realized the story told of her leaving The pain she caused, his drunken grieving The blues player and the woman cried with everyone But the tears wouldn’t stop even after the song was done Sings the tale of the sorrow of a broken heart How sad it is, to hear of a love gone apart