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Some Blues for my Beer
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Some Blues for my Beer |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
The day was warn though turning late So I stopped into the old State Diner Heedless of the gastronomical fate, But didn’t feel like anything finer. I order some of their finest swill And watched from the booth in back Stoically ate and paid my bill Then journeyed into the realm of black. I could go home to the empty there And sip some of my imported wine Turn on music and then just stare As thoughts amused my manic mind. Instead I stopped in to a tavern near, The barman pulled me a nice cold beer I drank knowing I was fairly safe here, Since an empty tavern held no fear. I went to a rowdy local drinking place Where they buzzed you carefully in They let me enter they knew my face And some laughed and called me friend Talking friends and girls called me honey I filled the jukebox with many songs And they helped me spend my money, But so I felt the need to get along. Dollars gone yet the feeling yet to drown I wandered off into the late night street To see if a match for mood could be found Beyond the heavy rock or rap beat. I found a place down a shabby alley Called simply the old Soft Shoes, It was a place new to me And there I found the blues. A girl, piano man and a guy with a bass With a song the deep sadness you could hear, She had no stool and sat on her suit case With stickers from place nowhere near It was a dirty dive and it stank The floor was sticky under your shoes But I settled down with beer and drank Listening to them sing and play the blues Gloom Thanks to Toerag for the title and theme to twist |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And were you ever inspired! *S* I like this very much, Professor! *S* |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I think it must have been a slow read day when this was first posted, Professor.  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sounds like a good night to me a write well done, in format and theme |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
 I like it. And I love the blues anyway they come, with sticky floors or chandeliers or an open street.Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
We have a club here that houses different "rooms" for different tastes (musical tastes people!)..every time I have been there I find myself in the "blues" room and it's where I feel at home. Well done Gloomy!  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Dollars gone yet the feeling yet to drown I wandered off into the late night street To see if a match for mood could be found Beyond the heavy rock or rap beat. and there no one was found, and yet, feeling like so many others were there, riding with me that mile.... I found a place down a shabby alley Called simply the old Soft Shoes, It was a place new to me And there I found the blues. a place that sometimes fits, in bittersweetness and old times sakes, yet, homey a place with compatible souls, and imagry which sparks memories ol A girl, piano man and a guy with a bass With a song the deep sadness you could hear, She had no stool and sat on her suit case With stickers from place nowhere near that girl with a thousand faces whom at one time or another we've passed spaces, and stopped to look in another's eyes, where something like heartbeats held deep inside.... It was a dirty dive and it stank The floor was sticky under your shoes But I settled down with beer and drank Listening to them sing and play the blues ahhh, while reading this paragraph, I could smell that ol' stail beer odor, an old bar, wood planked floors, with a guitar man, strummin songs of old.... You have a way of taking the reader back through time....to their place, their memories, faces are different, yet, the memories sing on through the night....slowly, slowly, those faces become familiar...for a moment |
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