dave lessard

Midnight Ride. - Poem by dave lessard

Are you troubled, my poor heart?
then let us take a sip of wine;
and listen to the awesome blues,
and let the soul unwind.

Some B.B. King, some B.B. Bland,
and some Billie Holiday;
let the music soak in you,
it's your comfort, in a way.

Until you've finally had enough,
and you can take no more;
until the blues just chokes you,
until the pain's a G.D. chore.

Then toss the blues aside,
pour your cares right down the drain;
and punch your ticket for the ride,
on life's fast midnight train.

The train will take you up, not down,
for it's full of happy crowds;
headed straight for heaven,
once you have passed the clouds.

Topic(s) of this poem: blues

Form: Blues Poem

Comments about Midnight Ride. by dave lessard

  • (9/9/2015 11:07:00 AM)

    I like this one, Dave. I'm ready to get my ticket and join you on that train. I hope it goes so fast, the past is just a blur. Well written with a lot of feeling. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 2, 2015

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