Johnnie singing the blues

Tavern poetry.

                          Johnnie singing the blues

I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your voice. My secret love, I remember you, when the night is lonely, when the night is so damn cold.

Once I was young, now I am old. I wanted everything once and now I need a little bit.

I use to paint pretty pictures and now old Johnnie draws dead-ends and forgotten fairytales.

Now I sing the blues, the old man blues. 

Give me more Spring time, give me more Summer days that last forever.

Make me believe, love is true, love is sweet. Allow me to know the good song and the midnight dance. Please give me pretty woman who love to laugh.

A lifetime of living had taught me. We are not so important, better take and steal the sweetness of life.

Waiting man shall become the crying man. No woman wants a crying and dying man.

Johnnie rolling and moving with the Jazz man. Listening to the song.

At the Stray cat Inn. No time for sadness, no time for crying.

Just us enjoying the song.

                             Dancing Coyote

                               

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Ya know I need to use disclaimers from time to time.
I love the blues and poem of lost days.
A great writer can give life to just words. Those breathing images that lend to our imagination and forgotten emotions.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Cherrie. I love the Jazz clubs.

[Jade]

WOW!! This is amazing! I really enjoyed this love "The sky is crying"
What a legend he is too.

[Coyote Poetry]

One of the great songs and voices. Thank you Brandie for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.