Dirty Night Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Dirty Night



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)

Sunday, August 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alone
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 16 August 2015

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.

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