Notes About The Poem
Life can be in a lockup sometimes!
Forget
He washes his face in the morning sun
Streaking 'cross his bed
Reaches out for a cigarette
Finds an empty pack instead
Morning brings a thirst for freedom
He's bound as he can get!
'Been trying to escape her memory
But he hasn't made it yet
He stands in front of the mirror and stares
At the three day growth on his face
But the lines of pain and worry
Ain't no razor can erase
He's looking forward to a day of hard labor
Swear pouring through his pores
It's a back breaking sanctuary
From the hell his night holds in store
'Cause at twilight..she's a bloodhound on his trail
Come midnight.......she's the jailer
Comes to lock him in his cell
Where he struggles in a web of bitter truth
'Til he wakes up soaking wet
Dealing with a memory like her
How can the boy.........Forget
Tell me! How can the boy.......Forget
Colab. with Jim Rushing
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