73/23 Blues

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    • marxred
    • Just completed my new collection of poems, "Time Machine", a collections of Rock Ballads to set your own music to.

    73/23 Blues

    73-23 blues
     
    well it was lonely and damp on the exit ramp back in '73
    couldnt find a band that gave a damn about robert johnson or me
    the december rain cut deep into my grain until i made a break
    from that icey lake where the snow and dust left me just
    a hitch-hikin' clown leavin' town filled w/ empty misery 
     
    the girl was hot but time forgot to ever remind her of me
    and i was cold and feeling old but still rockin' and free
    so i was movin' along, going going gone headin' south on
    word of mouth, a fiery youth searchin' for the heat of truth 
    a hitch-hikin' tramp on the entrance ramp of highway 23.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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