The old man blues

Poem twenty six for April. The poetry month.

                     The old man blues

A black wind is touching my face,

neither sadness or happiness can I know.

I ain't cold, I ain't warm.

I am just alive.

Once a misty eyes beauty told me,

she loved me so and I didn't know the half-moon was above us.

and she could lie so good.

The flood of memory take me to the corridors of mishaps and thresholds I have known.

I ain't crying no-more for thing gone. I am singing the old man blues.

Intoxicated words for beautiful barefoot memories and the sea.

Now nameless faces in dreams,

they are telling me,

long wolf, the stars are calling your name.

The moon wants to know where the brave man had gone?

The moon told me to tell you. Come alive, you ain't dead yet.

I went to Lake St. Clair and I told the Goddess of the lake.

Please send me a kind woman, a honest woman.

I would listen to her and she would listen to me.

I want a woman who love to talk and laugh.

I know the black wind is coming and

my youth is gone and the drink don't make me smile no-more.

I need a sweet lady, the sea and no place to be.

I want to sing to the lake,

the rhythm of misfortune and I want to dance with shadows of old memories.

I know I am hell bounded soul and I am not seeking salvation.

Just seeking some place to rest and write some song.

Maybe find a kindred spirit to do the final dance with.

Coyote

Author's Note

Jazzy song and jazzy words. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Kerra]

I know the black wind is coming and
my youth is gone and the drink don't make me smile no-more.
I need a sweet lady, the sea and no place to be.

Love this part so much, everyone's youth days slowly fade away. We should make each day count as if it is our last days. Nicely said and written

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Kerra. We need to enjoy every new day and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

The blues can come with old age if we let it. Not easy saying goodbye to people and the past. However, as our time runs like sand through the timer of life, we have a chance to grab each moment and make it worthwhile. I am counting my blessings. I know you do too Coyote and there are some lovely memorable lines in this piece. All the best.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Chris and you are right. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[John the Baptist]

"You ain't dead yet." I think I will make this my morning mantra; a great motivator to start the day. Of course, if I see my name in the obits shortly thereafter, it will be something of a downer. Still, it's good to remind yourself that there is always something to be thankful for.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. I have many things to be thankful for. Good health, the mind is still working and the grandchildren. I can see daily. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Einstein Noodle]

nice song choice Coyote Man! lots of lines that hit home for me.... like "The moon wants to know where the brave man had gone?" and this one "my youth is gone and the drink don't make me smile no-more." ..if that ain't the blues .. i don't know what is ... i relate my friend! sadly ... i relate ;}
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my good friend. I wish I could sing. I would sing this one. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

everyone can sing my friend .. especially the blues .. it's just not everyone will appreciate it ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))