Blooze
What is it about late fall evening fog?
The vapors almost squeeze without touching
It's so damnably beat the wall lonely
and that time dragging on and on with each step taken
Getting too wet to see beyond the next glow of street light
like hurrying to nowhere and feeling too damn late
Damn but those bars look so inviting
But don't they always
All these cities look and feel alike
I almost smelt muddy waters just remembering home
why does late evening fog taste so sad sweat sweet
How did I get to this echo blue city street?
That piano sounds like a friend I once knew
slow finger Louie man could he hang a note
Maybe just one more
For the road
What could it hurt?
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007
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