More Wine
Loneliness comes creeping
always the same way.
Creeping, creeping
making shadows,
darkening my day.
Days turn into nights.
Nights turn back to days.
I don’t dine -
Just pour more wine;
keep inside this haze.
Wish my love gave a damn.
He's as bad as that
loneliness that’s creeping
like some crazy
prowling cat.
Loneliness prowling round.
Guess I’ll make it mine.
Crazy cat mews the blues
I just pour
more wine.
May 16, 2023 for Robert James Liguori's 'Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 4' Poetry Contest
Inspired by Black Coffee song with joe Bonamassa and Beth Hart together
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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