A blues night at my house is a laptop and a ciggarette.
I will listen, imagine and admire the times I have not witnessed.
A fantasy is powerful and so is such music.
Love. I do not chase so early in my game.
However, love lingers and haunts me within the sound of Etta.
A need my hole. Oh Northern soul.
Thinking about you takes its tole.
A woman with that soul and class.
For my generation, its hard to find that kind of lass.
Blues, you come back and let me ponder.
I can't live in the past. I'll live in the now.
So when I see you Lindsey, we'll get closer again
For you do not know the game I play
But one day you'll sit back and maybe wonder.
I did kiss you one night. Intoxication.
I drank too much but how chill our relation.
A gentleman around you who looks you in the eyes.
I flirt and it hits your wall. I hope one day there is no why.
- Author: DannyBoi ( Offline)
- Published: February 19th, 2019 17:34
- Comment from author about the poem: One of these nights I sit and listen to the good stuff. Thought I'd wrack up a poem as I have done in different mind sets this week. Hope you enjoy it. This poem is about my aunty's friend. Lovely woman.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
Comments1
Are you referring to Etta james?...very nice i can imagine the scene. Nice poem i enjoyed it.
Yes, etta James. Thanks 😁
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