Get Your Premium Membership

Concert For One

You ask me to come to one of your gigs Every Thursday over a pint at The Hop I politely decline Every Thursday You sat there dressed in plaid and denim Your lips curl over the glass Well I couldn’t possibly watch Them curl over a microphone In front of all those people I prefer a concert for one Sat in my backyard Dancing to songs of your travels With cigarette in hand, The only one listening Selfish I know But you make me that way

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.