Ella Sang the Blues

poem by: Jude Kyrie
Written on Mar 22, 2016

Ella Sang the Blues

it's 2am Saturday night 
just a few left in the bar.
Ella is lilting like a songbird

Every time we say goodbye

I have lost count of the drinks
the bartender pours me another one?
she leans  forward to show
her cleavage but I don't care.
I think of you 
flying around your cage
like an imprisoned bird
lusting for blue skies.
I opened the cage door
and you flew away.
I swallow my pour
it's burn in my throat like fire.
all I can do is pull up
the memory of you 
and lose my fingers
in your hair.
Ella croons the last soulful
chorus line

Every time we say goodbye.

I know this is not a poem
but it should be

 

Tags: sad, love, deep, pain,

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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
How strange the change from major to minor

 

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