Open Poetry #49 |
Satin Shoulders |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
A twist of the head, and the worm is turned in your direction A lesson learned amidst the smoke, and the stale smell of lager Netted legs, and vials of love for sale. You play with a slow, bluesy swing Satin shoulders begs your touch in E, and the tears begin to well The foreign grinner laughs up his puke, as his bottle demands equal time. Satin shoulders looks to your fingers for wisdom and truth. The foreigner slaps her behind, and trollies off... with her in tow. Over her satin shoulders, she looks back... ...and you make the key change. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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