Bues Poem #11 Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Baby don't you stay with me,
Baby don't you go

Baby what you get from me,
what you got to show

Baby get away from me,
Baby don't you go

Baby why you hangin round,
Baby don't you know

Baby don't you stay with me,
Baby don't you go

Baby there's a whistle blowin,
callin sweet and low

Baby stay away from me,
Baby don't you go

Gotta hop that mornin freight,
Baby—don't you know

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2017)