Lindsey Blues

DannyBoi

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 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
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  • Amherrera1190

    Are you referring to Etta james?...very nice i can imagine the scene. Nice poem i enjoyed it.

    • DannyBoi

      Yes, etta James. Thanks 😁

      • Amherrera1190

        🖤🖤🖤🖤👌



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