May 23, 2012

old song

he sits alone with his bottle
and his self pity
on the musty
ancient couch
lights turned off
shades pulled tight
johnny cash on the record player
crying about love lost
she done him wrong
she up and left him
the lyrics and the whiskey
wrench his broken heart from his chest
he pulls his memories of her
over his head
like a blanket
and sobs
as the record keeps spinning

copyright © 2012 Kevin Routh


  1. I've been that guy. Sad poem.

  2. Found you on the blog hop. This is sad but so beautifully written. Loved it!

  3. Yep, many of us have been there.

  4. Very well written but so sad.

    -The Anon Blogger


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