Blues Poem 11
Baby don’t you stay with me,
Baby don’t you go
Baby what you get from me,
what you got to show
Baby get away from me,
Baby don’t you go
Baby why you hangin round,
Baby don’t you know
Baby don’t you stay with me,
Baby don’t you go
Baby there’s a whistle blowin,
callin sweet and low
Baby stay away from me,
Baby don’t you go
Gotta hop that mornin freight,
Baby—don’t you know
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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