Long Weary Blues Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Sing me a song.
Sang me one them short but long songs,
One them type songs you like to sang that I like to hear about.
To be honest I don't care what you sang.
Just put one word in front of the other and move your lips.
God knows your the only thing that keeps me calm.
And your the closest to heaven I got.
When I got you everythangs gonna be alright.
I'm gonna pour me one of them long weary drinks and escape to whatever key you sang.
My life got nothing but holes.
I'll be damned if you didn't fill every one of em.
If it ain't one thang its another, then you die.
At the end of this long weary drank.
I'll stop all the clocks. No particular place to be.
I'll knock on an angels door,
What ever key you sang.
Sing me a song.
Make it long and pretty