Blues Poem #11

Kurt Philip Behm

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)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 16th, 2017 09:20
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  • Louis Gibbs

    Really enjoyed your Blues Poem, Kurt. A unique expression!

  • Heather T

    So, I sang it as I read it. I can't sing, but you surely can write.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      More than I hoped for—thanks, Heather!

      Kurt

    • Augustus

      Love the metaphor of the second. Hugs.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Me too, but it pained me to write it.

      🙂



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