Blue Lights

the day has ended, the sun has flown
overdosing on jack johnson all alone

velvet voice soothing under silver light
at quarter to six right by fort rice

blue lights pinging vertical in rearview
the mood is somber, collected, cool

darkness falls and he can't call home
the lack of signal leaves him more alone

but luck's on his side at this part of now
he still can see every single black cow

on the west side of one eight zero six,
this road isn't one to drive on for kicks

fighting the s**t in the cesspool daily
makes the soul an addict to bailey's

it may be sweet and gets you smashed
that doesn't end the bondage to cash

bad one after bad one, each decision
makes one bearish and full of derision

jack johnson may soothe the beast for now
but sometimes the soul should take the bow

yet the cash flow has flatlined to zero
the scribe feels like s**t, less than hero

from dark to dark, this is his story
nothing so new, no shot at glory

and the blue lights ping on in the dark
forever motion is not far off the mark

the day has ended, the sun has gone
and off he goes before the dawn

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

You set such a dark, moving mood that swifts over the reader... What a powerful insight into the night of the soul...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks Craig.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

brilliant write my friend.........

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks so much, Neva. Glad you like it.

[kublakhan27]

This is great...a bit of a stylistic departure with the rhyming structure but I wouldn't know it by how seamlessly it unfolds...very nice work.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thanks, KK. It's about my long drives to my employer.

[kublakhan27]

Oh yeah, the seeds of more than one poem were sewn on after-midnight treks through the city from one job to another...