Listening to the Blues
Listening to the Blues
I'm sitting in a cafe
Listening to the blues
Wondering what to write about
Staring at my shoes
What a useless first verse
Meaningless and trite
What a waste of paper
Full of garbage, tripe !
You'd think that I, a poet
Could look for something deeper
To make my verse more meaningful
Not rubbish for a sweeper
Lift your sights up higher
(Still listen to your blues)
And put together poetry
But not from residues
You challenge me my friend
For meaning to create
I share with you this passion
This poet-reader trait
Let's see if I can help us
(While listening to the blues)
So lucky as I look down
I have a pair of shoes
Don Matthews April 2018
Don Matthews
Wed 21st Nov 2018 01:07
Thankyou for your kind comments Keith, Brian and Ray. ?