I should've
been a blues man
writing songs to sing in the rain
smoking cigarettes, drinking bourbon and crying memories
under a red, rusty over hang
waiting for the midnight train…
Or the doomed
man
the mad one
praying to black revenge
for one more night
and the blood of the wrong
shining on his sword…
Maybe just
a simple man
drinking to tomorrow
writing words and shouting filth
to be discovered later
in a dirty rooming house
like a lost treasure…
I was born
with some of these within me
but mostly,
a poet
a watcher
an observer of life
that no one sees
these and this I am
when the words,
spill like wine,
and fill my page.