Just finished watching an old flick,
a black and white detective story,
a web of love so very tangled,
and the cops were in all their glory.
Beer in my right hand,
and a cigarette in my mouth,
there’s no lady here,
to touch me down south.
That was my choice today,
as I cancelled a diner date,
it seemed like the right choice,
this time for me, at any rate.
I wrapped myself in music,
for the better part of today,
in the creation of the lyrics,
I got lost in all times way.
Editing studio is tiring,
so intricate in detail,
my mind is on the blink
I’m feeling kind of frail.
Sleep comes so easy,
to a mind that’s all worked out,
there was never the question,
of what this life is all about.
Burning the midnight oil,
cause I really never stop,
I figure it’s the only way,
that one can make it to the top.
Though I have not concerns,
regardless of my position,
the hours fly away so fast,
I can feel it in transition.
Author notes
Thanks for the muse!
A contest entry
- 1:01 a.m. by Cinnarry.
8750 points, ended October 10, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very cool song lyrics, or rather I think they would make a great song. Thanks for entering my contest, I enjoyed the read.
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hahaha
"there's no lady here, to touch me down south." Maybe we should start a club, a sad club.
Very good and best wishes in the contest.
Don
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good write
Not so sure that making it to the top is all is made out to be but certainly having direction is a good thing, enjoyed the read.
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