Author: thewhimsicalbard PM
This is a traditional form of poetry from India. It is traditionally used to express regret for something unattainable. It is, in a word, "blues."Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 118 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 10-08-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2854078
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I lost a woman, found some booze;
I must have caught them river blues.
Pennies flush like diamonds–
no money gives a man the blues.
I drunk whiskey on a Sunday.
My world got made from blacks and blues.
I've walked down all of Dylan's roads,
and all of them are paved in blue.
I've seen a sweet girl of sixteen;
she crawled the streets. Her eyes were blue.
Oh Saxophone, sing that Beale song;
sing me those dirty, main streets blues.
Graceland's phantoms called out my name –
the King's white home in the land of blues.
And after all of this, Bard, why?
Why do you still got them blues?