I'M Back

Hey, did you hear the sounds of a sorrowed heart slowly thumping away in the evening sunsets? There he is, baby, the man they call; "The Blue Poet" there he is in the flesh with a book of poems in his hand, look at the whores and the smiles turn to him and say to him, "Where have you been?" They look at him and he looks at us. He sits at his desk, he lits a cigarette and smokes. He opens the big book of poetry that he had in his hand and started to read. There was a smile on his face, reading to all of us; as we sat around his greatness and glory and we listened to his great poetry. He looked at us through the dark and with eyes a blazed and a smile so bright he opened his mouth and out came the words of a sorrowed heart and a master at his finest hour, and he said in a calm voice; "I'm Back, baby!" And we all cheered, and he smiled and drank his glass of red wine and smoked his cigarette He leaned back in his chair and watched us all stand and cheer. If you looked closely, you could see a single tear form in his eye and roll down his rough cheek. The Blue Poet was back, and this time he stayed. -10/23/2013- A dedication to myself. I am sorry to all my fellow fans and followers and poets and poetesses, I had left you all without a trace of ever returning, but now I am back and here to stay!