Open Poetry #50 |
A Tale From The Bottom Of An Urban Bourbon: The Sin Of Loving Rita Lynn... |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
I can only implore you to let me go, Rita Lynn I just don’t know the lines to this crazy song you sing Even with a fat wallet, either worked for or stolen I could never pay for you, Rita Lynn, never in a lifetime Here comes the bus, baby {damn it! I don’t care about the money...} You know, one bus can take you uptown {I need you … } One bus can take you downtown. {but I don't want you} One bus can take you crosstown, {no, I don't need you, Rita Lynn...} One bus can take you anywhere you want to go {oh, please don't go, baby, I know I love you...} ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Wanting...Needing...Loving...It can be a crazy roller coaster ride and a thin line to boot. Enjoyed Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Sorry Bluesy, Thought I commented on this Friday, but I only read it early in the morning and was contemplating a response I was going to do at work. I got busy and spaced it out. You have yet to write a piece I didn't like. This is no exception. Struggling to say why and what I like about it specifically. I just do. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Thank you, Miss Pinky. I always appreciate your comments. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
That's quite alright, Miss Lori. It took me awhile to see that I hadn't thanked you, which of course, I do! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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