The sun is shining,
But in my cell it's dark,
The sun is shining,
But in my cell it's dark.
Another day in this prison,
My thousandth tally mark.
Leadbelly used to live here,
In a cell down the hall.
Leadbelly lived her,
In a cell down the hall.
Arrested for a murder,
Set free by the governor's call.
Me I ain't so lucky,
No guitar to play a song,
Lord I ain't so lucky,
No guitar to play a song.
I wanna go see Chicago,
Even though I don't belong.
My baby came to see me,
Wearin a dress I never seen.
My baby came to see me,
Wearin a dress I never seen.
My baby says she's leaving,
Going with a boy just seventeen.
Lord the sun is shining,
But in my cell it's dark,
The sun is shining,
But in my cell it's dark.
Another day in this prison,
My thousandth tally mark.
A contest entry
- Something to do with the blues. Celebrating my 2 year anniversary on AP, Open to all on AP by toomysterious.
700 points, ended September 19, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Rich rhythms of old time blues in this. All the anguish, all the angst set loose in song. I can hear Leadbelly giving voice to this on the strings of his guitar.
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