poetry

~ Western Blues ~

~ Western Blues ~

Three nights alone on the booze – I think I’m gonna lose.

I’m a dead man drifting on a back street high.

With not much left to lose but lots more left to prove.

Four nights alone on the internet – my mom thinks I’m an idiot.

I’m a trapped man searching for the answers why.

And with a lack of tv crews you won’t see me on the news

And I’m down on my knees when I’ve been struck by western blues.

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