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)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments4
Really enjoyed your Blues Poem, Kurt. A unique expression!
Thanks, Man
So, I sang it as I read it. I can't sing, but you surely can write.
More than I hoped for—thanks, Heather!
Kurt
Love the metaphor of the second. Hugs.
Me too, but it pained me to write it.
🙂
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