Episode title: That Kind of Woman

This is more soul spill poetry

That single blue sax,
its playing for me again...
playing, pleaing, waiting
too far off to see.
But god, my god can I feel it.
That blue angel,
she's waiting for me again.
I don't know what I'll do this time.
Stare down still and quiet
or hide the blade and keep running.
That old leaving smile,
lays upon my lips again.
Like a smirk, but hollow and distant somehow.
On my lips, and seen within your eyes
as I walk through the door.
Train whistles call me,
out beyond the point which I still know.
Every sunset now
plays the 'leave it all behind' blues.
And I wait, quiet
for some kind of answer that doesn't come.
One lost ghost again
Residing in years already spent.

Reviews

[Jaffa Forbes]

this is very good poetry. It is surrounded with mystery and confusion, but remains exciting and interesting for the reader. A good piece of poetry. well done.
jaff