walking around
inside
the bar
searching
for answers
finding
only
a guitar pick
and
a dime
empty
sings the sad stars
crying
like
a dwight yoakam
or
a tom waits
lonely
night
out
on the town
(8-15-2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like you lead a sad life, Kyle! Of course this poem was totally fabricated and not based on a real experience, right? Well done in any case.