DEVILS PACT

nephilim56

The spitoon
With blood
Is almost half full
Cigarette butts
On the floor
Harmonica calls
The devil
A deal 
He signed
Long ago.

A womans place
Rough whisky
Painted ladies
Bar rooms fights
The teeth
Upon the floor
Under flickering
Lights.

He sure can play
That instrument
No tune
He cannot own
But he feels the heat
Of the Devils pact
At the crossroads
Long ago.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 4th, 2025 02:33
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  • sorenbarrett

    This one smacks of Robert Johnson the devil the crossroads and the guitar. The man that couldn't play and sold his soul to the devil for the gift of music. Lovely

  • Neilton

    Such a good poem! Enjoyed it!

    • nephilim56

      very kind, thank you

    • Poetic Licence

      A very good write, really enjoyed it



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