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
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