Penn Avenue Blues

A burnout poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Penn Avenue Blues

Forever I roam

I have no home

And I’m alone

My heart is cold

And my bones grow mold

My soul has been transposed

Love doesn’t glow between my toes

I’ve had too much blow up my nose

My life is about to close

I’m a clone of a ghost

I need a strong cup of French Roast

Reviews

[M Garcia]

Coffee does the trick for everyone else, but me. It puts me to sleep!

[Mauricio Montoya]

starbucks!

[Black Cat Fever]

A strong cup of coffee will do the trick.

[MuSe Ampoule]

I know a strong cup of joe will pull me out of coma on a Saturday morning...but I had no idea it could cure overdose. :) I agree with Wondering Mind the "I'm a clone of a ghost" is an interesting line.

Very good.

[Tina Kline]

Hopefully the strong cup of French Roast will help.

[Dream Weaver]

Nicely done Marie, a quaint little story.
love the french roast at the end :)

[Short.Nerd]

Great rhymes! Absolutely love them.

Awesome job! (:

[nono]

Very beautiful! I love it. So much emotion expressed, and so unusual. Awesome, and funny ending! Aw! So cute, just so much detail, in such a short poem! It's amazing how you do that. Keep up the good work!

[~Princess~]

awwwws love the rhyming and I agree with you. You should perfection once again my friend good job.

[Michael of Gilead]

yup...too much blow will do that ;)