Blues Night at Smokey Joe's

 

He used to pollute my entrance

Coming in from Smokey Joe’s

On a reverential Thursday night

Spiced rums and Havana cigars

Sweat across his makeshift brow

Sweet kiss whispers in my ear

Making promises of our own

Four walls, a dog named Ralph,

Laced-yellow crib for a little one

I tell him I just want to sing a few

Notes for those who lost everything

And kind few who gained nothing.

Reviews

[Prose-full]

i love your flow in this...it reads so smooth i was wanting more..
"Spiced rums and Havana cigarsSweat across his makeshift browSweet kiss whispers in my ear"----smooth flow like water over rocks....mmmm,nice..

and again--"Making promises of our ownFour walls, a dog named Ralph,Laced-yellow crib for a little one"

very nice mary..very nice.