Trouble
"Trouble"
a blues song
He was comin' in hot
At lightnin' speed
Told him he was trouble
He just grinned
He just kept on burnin'
No end in sight
That cinnamon whiskey
Was his delight
Cinnamon whiskey
Breathin' down his neck
Hot cinnamon liquor
Puttin' flames on his breath
Flames a growin'
All orange and red
Flickerin' higher
Up over his head
Like a devil or a dragon
He just couldn't get enough
Those flames controllin'
His every thought
Told him he was trouble
He just grinned
Said that cinnamon whiskey
'paid for his sins'
Cinnamon whiskey
Breathin' down his neck
Hot cinnamon liquor
Puttin' flames on his breath
Flames a growin'
All day all night
Cinnamon whiskey
Was his delight
2019
<Deleted User> (9882)
Mon 12th Aug 2019 15:35
my pa would love this Lisa, especially re ' a blues song ' him
( and the image that I get in mind ) being a massive fan of the original blue singers. the likes of John Lee Hooker, Sonny Boy Williamson, Muddy Waters to name but a few in his record collection.
Boy! did those guys dad tells me love knocking back the kind of hooch you mention and while on stage in between songs.
I really would love to know that without the likes of them, would the Beatles aosend Stones have ever surfaced at all?
very doubtful. Great poem again Lisa.
Rose ?