Martha J. Eshelman
He's Still Dead - Poem by Martha J. Eshelman
He's still dead you know.
Some things never change.
Life's been rough as a washboard
and I sure ain't ready
to use my washboard in a jug band.
Blues in the Bottle?
Ain't no reason to use bluing
to get the sheets snow-white
dried soft in the wind -
no one but me to enjoy them.
Ain't worth the trouble now.
He'd sure be giving me a time 'bout it
if he weren't still dead.
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