Barroom Blues is Poetry

I’ve cheated
On days that needed no lying
On women without a warning
On time as it was passing

I’m not the only one

That’s wondered
Out loud as everyone listened
About who was born together
When anything will ever happen

A beat with no drum

That sounded
In subtle, ricochet rhythms
Across the waves of wonder
Like hail in a place of storage

I can’t blame her

It was him
That wrote my name in Broadway mirror
That fell down in foreign quarters
The let loose and fought forever

I admit it

I’m not who I appear to be
I spent too much time on what you see
Barroom blues is poetry
It’s the phrase of the century
Paint it everywhere you see
Barroom blues is poetry

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