EMPTIED OUT.

A MAN'S BLUES

You are emptied out,

emptied of all things:

emptied of the coolness of mornings,

of the beauty of a daffodil,

of Trane's flight of solo

on his saxophone,

of a long ago lover's kiss

and her embracing arms.

You are emptied of all things,

emptied all out,

emptied of the joy of the lusciousness

of an ice cream,

of making love in the valley of hot beds,

of the sipping of a 10 year old scotch,

of a Picasso painting,

of holding your child's hand

as they grown out of childlike innocence.

You are emptied out,

emptied of all things,

emptied of the joy of life,

you wait to see

what death brings.