been playing
bunches of
country and western music
lately
the banjo
moves me now a days
to the point of sobbing
and I swell with
real tears
as they sing of their
pains and sorrows
which I can
relate to
with a honest heart
and now
as Tammy Wynette
sings of her
open arms
that stay up late
I find myself
in the desperate hours
of 3 AM
sucking my cheap pipe
on the floor
as the album
spins in dizzy circles
making me long for
a feeling that may not
ever come again
I place the corncob
in the ashtray
and watch the tobacco leaves
run out of air
and
become
desperate
for life
but
it’s no use
as it dies out
like all embers do
and leaving me
alone
with my dumb thoughts
on this
pathetic lonely night
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