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: With Clinton Mace at Cabrini Green – July, 1985)

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