Kurt Philip Behm

Blues Poem #11

Baby don’t you stay with me,

Baby don’t you go

 

Baby what you get from me,

what you got to show

 

Baby get away from me,

Baby don’t you go

 

Baby why you hangin round,

Baby don’t you know

 

Baby don’t you stay with me,

Baby don’t you go

 

Baby there’s a whistle blowin,

   callin sweet and low

 

Baby stay away from me,

Baby don’t you go

 

Gotta hop that mornin freight,

Baby—don’t you know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

 

 

 

2008-2016

 

The fabric has torn
all beds are unmade

The sheets have been soiled,
—the bugs to invade

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)