blue hank

[constantine]

hey hey mama
can your daddy come home
beer soured up on me
and my money's all gone
there's a rainbow in an oil slick
somewhere
town's pulled out the plug
but i got me a jug, tonight
dogs howl with the sirens
coughing up blood
blue handkerchief last xmas
how'd you ever know
you should share your premonitions
when did i fall out of grace
when did the saltwater freeze
sometimes, the asphalt sparkles
like the southern cross
and the railroad tracks seem to join
in the distance, but they never do
no matter how far i walk

[Nazz]

the first part is drunken ambition
to come home to your woman and where is that?
second part is about railroad tracks not joining,
in the distance, no matter how far you drive.
I can see them, not quite joining.

[constantine]

thanks nazz for giving it a look.

[stilltrucking]

When you get home
hide her sewing kit before you go to bed.

[constantine]

she gives me the hairy willies. thanks, baltimore bro.

[stilltrucking]

Nothing to do with your poem
Sorry about the non sequitur
Just an old wives tale
about a man who would come home drunk
and beat his wife until the day she




just over the horizion of my consciousness I am sure the tracks will meet

a gem of a poem
it packed a punch for me.
thank you for writing

[constantine]

thanks jack.

[goldenmyst]

Another masterful verse by a great poet. You ended it perfectly. I dig your jig.

John

[SmileGRL]

i like this...

and the railroad tracks seem to join
in the distance, but they never do
no matter how far i walk