Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Ain'T That the Blues

She’s familiar…
ain’t that the blues

Sleeping beside her,
I always knew

Chipped beef on Monday,
Thursday cold stew

Dishes piled high,
paycheck gone through

She’s familiar…
ain’t that the blues

Home from work early,
today around noon

Mattress was creaking,
my pistol I drew

Two shots in my brother
 —four more in the flooze

(Chicago Illinois: Performed with Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green 1985)

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Caren Krutsinger July 15, 2019 at 2:40 PM Oh, wow, as soon as I got to "mattress creaking" I started to worry. No worries at the end. It sounds like they were both given what they deserved. Smile. Kurt Philip Behm July 15, 2019 at 8:46 PM Amen, thanks!