Alburquerque Blues Poem by francis e.rudy

Today i saw a grown man cry,

heard a child tell a lie'

met a woman who sold herself,

seemed she'd rather die.


it was hot.
nearly 90 degrees!

I stared at the setting sky

wondering which way to fly.

I know iv'e been here before

a long time past


How long will these blues last?

I need someone to love me,

i need someone to love.


Just don't think i should bring anyone down,

By hanging around!

What if they ask; 'HOW ARE YOU? '

and ruin any chance i may have in this town.

Or is this the end

stuck here again?