Kind of Blue

Ebony thoughts of misery paint my soul from her silent brush of leaving and led me on a road of disrepair where I live each lonely night opening and closing doors of nightclubs and bars in long empty nights of escape from the constant drizzle of pain with continuous small glasses of liquor hey bartender! how about another round the pungent scent of sweat fills the air from bodies in motion, I can not see or hear so I leave and walk between the doors silent and confused the streets are a dark lonely world of shades and shadows melting into a black emptiness lined with broken streetlights with no way out of my realm of madness each time my palm feels the cool glass of a door that reads welcome, twenty-one and over I laugh inside from the irony with no will to stop each step, each night, leads to a door where I drown in sorrow trapped in the music of my life