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I don't remember passing out The barkeep nudged me twice I'd been out at least an hour My drink, it had no ice He told me I was finished He said "Boy, you are done" "You're playing roulette with a pistol" "With six bullets, not just one" "There's a taxi on it's way boy" I took in every word But in truth, my head was spinning What he said, I never heard Way back in the corner Sat two vultures watching me The barkeep saw them watching And he said "Son, the taxi's free" "There's a cot just off the kitchen" "If you'd rather stay inside" "You won't throw up in the taxi" "It saves me money for the ride" I nodded I'd accept it He told me, "good, I hoped you would" "The way your night is going" "It just won't end up good" "You're burning both ends of the candle" "You're lighting the middle part as well" "You may think you're off to heaven" "Drink like this, you'll end in hell" He said "out back there is another" "Fought the bottle, fought it hard" "He was lost, but came back stronger" "He's doing well, but he is scarred" "Tomorrow, you'll eat breakfast" "Go out back, and talk a bit" "Now, off to bed directly" "I need to think a bit, and sit" I thanked him, though I mumbled The words were clear inside my head But, the words that I said to him Made no sense, so....off to bed The next morning, over coffee He told me, "I've watched you every night" "I've woken you before, you know" "What you're doing isn't right" I told him of my troubles He shook his head, and said "so what" "We all have troubles sometime" "We make the best with what we've got" "You can come here if you want to" "But, if you drink, I'll cut you off" "This is your only chance son" He said the last line, through a cough He said that after breakfast After I'd done the washing up I was to head out to the alley With fresh coffee, in a cup He said "out back there" "You'll find a man with a guitar" "Give him the fresh coffee" "He won't come here inside the bar" I went out in the alley And there exactly as he said Sat a man, singing to no one With a old ball cap on his head I listened as he sang out A voice as harsh as glass and sand Playing guitar in the sunshine Keeping beat, a one man band He finished, and he saw me Smiled as he took the cup He said, "You don't know me" "But, I knew you'd look me up" The Bluesman drank the coffee Told me to sit and stay a spell For each minute that I listened Was one less I was in hell.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
Meeting The Blues Man - (A poem from The Street)
I don't remember passing out The barkeep nudged me twice I'd been out at least an hour My drink, it had no ice He told me I was finished He said "Boy, you are done" "You're playing roulette with a pistol" "With six bullets, not just one" "There's a taxi on it's way boy" I took in every word But in truth, my head was spinning What he said, I never heard Way back in the corner Sat two vultures watching me The barkeep saw them watching And he said "Son, the taxi's free" "There's a cot just off the kitchen" "If you'd rather stay inside" "You won't throw up in the taxi" "It saves me money for the ride" I nodded I'd accept it He told me, "good, I hoped you would" "The way your night is going" "It just won't end up good" "You're burning both ends of the candle" "You're lighting the middle part as well" "You may think you're off to heaven" "Drink like this, you'll end in hell" He said "out back there is another" "Fought the bottle, fought it hard" "He was lost, but came back stronger" "He's doing well, but he is scarred" "Tomorrow, you'll eat breakfast" "Go out back, and talk a bit" "Now, off to bed directly" "I need to think a bit, and sit" I thanked him, though I mumbled The words were clear inside my head But, the words that I said to him Made no sense, so....off to bed The next morning, over coffee He told me, "I've watched you every night" "I've woken you before, you know" "What you're doing isn't right" I told him of my troubles He shook his head, and said "so what" "We all have troubles sometime" "We make the best with what we've got" "You can come here if you want to" "But, if you drink, I'll cut you off" "This is your only chance son" He said the last line, through a cough He said that after breakfast After I'd done the washing up I was to head out to the alley With fresh coffee, in a cup He said "out back there" "You'll find a man with a guitar" "Give him the fresh coffee" "He won't come here inside the bar" I went out in the alley And there exactly as he said Sat a man, singing to no one With a old ball cap on his head I listened as he sang out A voice as harsh as glass and sand Playing guitar in the sunshine Keeping beat, a one man band He finished, and he saw me Smiled as he took the cup He said, "You don't know me" "But, I knew you'd look me up" The Bluesman drank the coffee Told me to sit and stay a spell For each minute that I listened Was one less I was in hell.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
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