The R And B Singer Poem by Ronnie Gardner

The Tune sways and croons in crevices dear
Eclectic melody and messages near but unclear
the soul broken like a bottle toss by a less than sober street pope
such is the rawness of the wound, the Trumpeter and notes elope.
Far are the scenes that are told in the three lines of the coke
That similar high like that heroin, artist painting, unmitigated on a metal pole
I guess when I cry, she cries, and like that right word spoken she has met me
I lie to her on stage and she accepts my deceit, and my partner trumpeter seeks a release with birthing pains I release the price and then I release the mike.