can't sleep at night
can't talk to you
old age caught up to me
the past caught up to you
sing the blues
the goodbye blues
I am out of here
the highway south
the happy blues
It was time to stop drinking
or time to drink more.
It was I talk you listen
those blues
but you held all the cards.
Roaming the radio looking for salvation,
the last rat blues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem